Qin Family mansion.
Three floors underground, a sealed chamber built of black stone, with only a glass window through which one could glimpse the scene inside.
Rumble rumble...
Waves of strange energy boiled within the sealed room, ceaselessly battering the walls, giving rise to crashing thunderous sounds.
Qin Capital stood before the window, his face expressionless, gazing at the man lying inside the stone coffin.
"Father, Uncle's condition is becoming increasingly abnormal."
At that moment, a cold and clear voice came from behind, followed by a young man in plain clothes stepping out from the shadows.
His appearance bore three parts resemblance to Qin Shi, yet light glimmered in his pupils, like the rotation of sun and moon, revealing profound brilliance.
"Qin Ming, when did you return?" Qin Capital asked, his back still turned.
Of all his offspring, Qin Ming was by far the most outstanding, having entered Qi Yun Mountain for cultivation from a young age.
