"Boss! Mad Dragon didn't die! But this time, he definitely won't escape his fate!"
Shadow Gate.
Headquarters base.
A man wearing a black robe and a black mask.
Sitting on an iron chair at the very center of the great hall.
Below, dozens of people stood.
"Second, you and I both know how terrifying Mad Dragon was back then," said the man's muffled voice from beneath his mask.
This voice was strange, sounding metallic, not like it came from vocal cords.
"Frankly, as long as Mad Dragon lives, I can't rest easy. Now, with Seven Clouds Academy re-entering the martial world, it poses the greatest threat to our Shadow Gate."
Shadow Gate!
An organization founded by traitorous disciples during the most trying times of the Seven Clouds Academy.
After several years of development, it had become one of the strongest factions in the martial arts world!
It had even slightly suppressed another major group at Ceylon Mountain.
