"Sigh—"
In the Imperial Garden of Northern Zhou, Qing Yu sat cross-legged on a rock, slowly breathing in vitality and nursing his wounds.
In the battle against Monk Xin Hui, he had truly gone all out to strike at the heart, sparing no expense. His Golden Bell Shield was shattered, necessitating a new practice session. He, too, had suffered serious injuries and had subsequently rushed to the Shadow Pavilion base, which delayed treatment and worsened his condition.
However, these troubles were not the worst part. The true frustration came after Qing Yu reached the Shadow Pavilion base and realized that there was no intelligence pertaining to the previous anomalies.
After all, although Shadow Pavilion's information network was vast, it was still too much to ask for them to immediately uncover the cause of such terrifying anomalies.
