In the pitch-black hall, Shen Cheng sat quietly on a meditation cushion, his eyes slightly closed. A dense black qi swirled around him, pulsing rhythmically with his breath.
Suddenly, Shen Cheng's tightly shut eyes snapped open. A tangible glint of light flashed in them and vanished. Before him, a figure completely shrouded in black qi had appeared at some unknown point.
"We have news of Shen Haoran!" the shadowy figure spoke, its voice as grating as nails on a chalkboard.
"Speak!" Shen Cheng commanded with a cold snort, his face devoid of expression.
