In a nearby city, deep within the Vermillion Flame Clan's grand palace, a tall, crimson haired middle aged man sat upon a throne wreathed in heavy fire Qi. His aura was suffocating, the temperature in the hall scorching. The air trembled with his mere presence — he was the Patriarch of the Vermillion Flame Clan.
Knock. Knock.
A respectful knock echoed from the entrance. Without opening his eyes, the patriarch spoke, his voice carrying a burning authority.
"Speak! What is it?"
An elder with a long crimson beard answered, bowing deeply.
"Patriarch, news has arrived! Young Master Feng Xiao has engaged the Celestial Clan's convoy."
The patriarch's eyes snapped open, gleaming like molten lava. A smirk formed on his lips.
"Hmph, so Xiao'er finally took action. Come in, Great Elder."
The door creaked open, the Great Elder, a wizened figure with vast cultivation, bowed before taking a seat, his expression serious.
