In the main hall of Zhao Geng Nian's Residence.
Zhao Geng Nian sat in the middle of the hall, with the chair facing out at the entrance.
A disciple from the Qing Feng Sect stood in front of him and bowed.
The disciple didn't look to be doing too well with his cultivation robe torn and covered in dirt.
There were also wounds on his face, neck and arms, and blood seeped out through the cultivation robe on his chest.
"Peak Lord, after several attempts we finally managed to overcome the enemy and the sect leader's instruction is to go ahead with the plan in Hong Feng City."
Zhao Geng Nian nodded his head and said, "It must have been tiring for you to travel all the way from the north.
"Go have a good rest before going back to the sect.
"Let the sect leader know that I will accomplish what is asked of me by him."
The disciple bowed at him and he was led to a guest room by one of the servant girls.
