Xun Ziyou summoned an Inner Sect Disciple and instructed, "Pass down the order, tell everyone to stay alert. There may be unforeseen changes..."
"Yes, Elder."
The disciple took the command and went to deliver the orders.
Xun Ziyou and Xun Zixian exchanged a glance, then both looked toward the great gate of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons at the end of the White Bone Path, feeling their nerves stretched taut.
...
Meanwhile, within the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
In its deepest reaches, a study filled with the fragrance of sandalwood, extravagant yet elegant, utterly at odds with the demonic aura filling the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
A young lord, his pale hand gripping a precious platinum Formation Pen, was carefully sketching Formation Patterns on the snow-white paper, stroke by stroke, brush by brush.
All of a sudden, he felt something stir in his heart, and took out a piece of unknown parchment, spreading it out before him.
