Forgotten Dao City, Late Night
Saint Heavenly Fist Sect Side Hall, Zhantai Wuyuan was meditating with his eyes closed in a cross-legged position.
As midnight approached, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the door.
"Wuyuan, let's go!"
Zhantai Wuyuan opened the door, looked at Duanmu Hong outside without saying anything, just nodded lightly, and followed him into the night, one in front of the other, moving towards the main hall of Saint Heavenly Fist Sect.
With Duanmu Hong, a Sub-Saint of Martial Dao, none of the martial artists stationed near the main hall noticed their presence, not even Hou Yuduan, who was quietly meditating inside the main hall, could perceive that the two had stealthily entered.
"Grandpa Duanmu, Hou Yuxiao is ruthless and cunning, stops at nothing to achieve his goals. To him, how important could his wife and children be? Can capturing Zhao Qingxue and Hou Wuji really make him obedient?"
