Atop White Bone Cliff, the wind wailed.
Gao Yuanfeng stopped before a cave entrance concealed by withered leaves. He straightened his robes, bowed toward the dark opening, and spoke. His voice was exceptionally clear on the silent cliff.
"Gao Yuanfeng of the Gao Family, requesting an audience with Master Shanxin."
The voice echoed off the rock walls. A moment later, the withered leaves at the entrance were blasted away by an unseen Force, revealing the pitch-black maw of the cave.
A voice, calm yet hollow, drifted out:
"Donor Gao, please enter."
Gao Yuanfeng took a deep breath, suppressed the tremor in his heart, and stepped into the cave.
The cave's interior was dim. Faint light filtering through cracks in the rock barely outlined the jagged, grotesque stone formations. A bone-chilling cold permeated the air—a cold tinged with an unsettling, sinister quality that sent a shiver down the spine.
