Wei Long’s Influence

The winds howled across the desolate landscape, carrying with them the scent of decay and the whispers of a world in turmoil. Far from the chaos of the cities, in a remote and forgotten corner of the world, Wei Long sat in silence. His exile had not been kind, but it had not broken him. The once-mighty enforcer of the Nine Dragons, now a shadow of his former self, still carried the weight of his past like a crown. His influence, though diminished, was far from gone. In the shadows, his network of loyalists grew, their loyalty unwavering, their resolve unshaken.

The small, dimly lit room where Wei Long now resided was a far cry from the opulent halls he had once commanded. The walls were bare, the furniture sparse, and the air was thick with the scent of damp earth. But despite the humble surroundings, Wei Long’s presence was as commanding as ever. His eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the room, taking in the faces of those who had come to seek his guidance.