In the darkness of a damp, suffocating cave, Kun Yong sat motionless, as if in a deep meditative state. The only light came from his piercing, blood-red eyes, which radiated a threatening intensity. Each slow exhale made the atmosphere feel denser, charged with a malevolent energy. In front of him, a hooded man in a black cloak waited anxiously, his fingers intertwined and trembling slightly as he avoided Kun Yong's gaze.
"Brother," the man began, his voice hesitant. "We're approaching the Serene Mist Sect." He paused, gathering the courage to continue. "But… we've made a lot of enemies along the way." His words came out haltingly, betraying the weight of his unease. "I know it's the master's will… but the situation has become dangerous…"
Kun Yong's gaze intensified, as if he wished to pierce the man's soul with his stare. The air around them grew thick, and an invisible pressure filled the cave. "Silence!" he commanded, his voice so cold it made the man shudder.