The Soul Host

“What is it that your heart desires: power, wealth, or... the world?”

The voice from the high seat was deep and imposing, like the judgment of an ancient god. Every word struck a heavy note in every fiber of Xu Zhinan’s being.

On the dragon throne atop the dais sat a man dressed in a dragon robe. His face was concealed in shadow, and only his sharp eyes gleamed coldly as he stared down at the upright young man below, as if trying to pierce his soul and peer into the deepest secrets of his heart.