Deep within the Hong family, in a certain luxurious and secluded residence.
In a dark corner, the shadow of a middle-aged Taoist looms, his presence like a shadow under the night sky, exuding a disquieting, eerie aura.
His face is thin and pale, with deep-set eyes. He wears a black Taoist robe, adorned with twisted blood-red runes, which seem to wriggle constantly, as if harboring some ominous power.
"Heh heh."
The middle-aged man let out a strange laugh, the blood-red runes following a special trajectory as they revolved on his body.
"There is still a martial intent in Yang Hua stepping into the first of the realm." The man's eyes flickered with cold light: "How could my Black Bat Ghost be something for you to spy on?"
"I took great risks to sneak in here; if you were to notice something, wouldn't that ruin my good deed?"
