Inside the most secret chamber of the Celestial Orthodox Martial Alliance, thirteen figures had gathered.
The room lay buried beneath layer upon layer of soundproofing. No sound entered. No sound escaped.
The air was still and cold, carrying a faint scent of old incense and damp stone.
A few spirit lamps floated above the circular black jade table at the center of the room. Their soft light fell across the faces of those present and left the corners of the chamber shrouded in darkness.
The first among them occupied the seat of honor—a golden throne that stood out from every other seat around the table. It was Long Tianjin.
The golden dragon sat with his arms crossed, his cold gaze sweeping slowly over those present.
Around him sat the leaders of the three greatest families and the nine greatest sects of the orthodox world.
The twelve were Celestial Emperors at the height of their power, the strongest and proudest figures in all of the Celestial Heaven.
