One day later.
As night fell upon the summit of Yue Mountain.
The night sky, bruised with purple hues, was adorned with a sparse scattering of stars. Below, the mountain forest was shrouded in dense fog, which, under the silvery glow of the moonlight, looked as if it had been coated with frost, emanating a bone-chilling coldness.
Suddenly, Qian Feng, the Clan Leader of the Qian Family, one of the Eight Great Clans of the Netherworld, and the steward of the Qian Mansion appeared on the mountain summit. The moonlight elongated their silhouettes, stretching them from the peak down to the mountainside. Unlike his usual obsequious and beaming manner in the Netherworld, the one-horned steward now had half of his body skeletal, with wisps of green smoke coursing between the bones, creating a frightful sight.