After driving out of the Wang Family's ancestral home alone, Wang Sijing parked her car at the entrance of a private club. She walked into the lobby with familiar ease, and a waiter led her to a meticulously decorated luxurious tea room.
In the tea room, there was only an old man who looked as if he had no bones, lounging in a chair with a sinister smile on his face, asking, "Did you get the stuff?"
"Yes." Wang Sijing nodded slightly. She didn't like this old man, a downtrodden creature with his tendons cut, yet able to bite a piece of flesh off his enemies! Wang Sijing really wanted to kill him with one stroke so that she wouldn't have to see him again.
This old man was Kun Yun, who had taught Xu Dongxu the arts for ten years, before having the tendons in both his hands severed by Xu Xianrong, fleeing like a defeated dog.
