Outside the abandoned warehouse in the outskirts of Qinghe City, the cold air was filled with a decaying scent. Surrounded by overgrown weeds, the occasional passing wind carried a mournful whistling sound. Chen Haotian stood outside the warehouse, his gaze sharp as a torch, sensing the movement within.
"The remnants of Ruocha Hall really are hiding here." He smiled faintly, making no attempt to conceal his spiritual energy, and strode toward the warehouse doors.
Inside the warehouse, a group of men in black were discussing something. At their head was a thin-faced, middle-aged man with predatory eyes and a robust aura—clearly a martial arts expert of considerable accomplishment.
Chapter 69