Xuanyuan Chen, Murong Guan, and Asi continued on their way through Muyun City. However, they had no idea that the seeds of hatred had already been deeply planted in Murong Feng's heart, and he was secretly plotting his revenge. "Murong Guan, don't be so smug. Once my father becomes the head of the Murong Family, I'll make you pay!" With his face covered in dirt, Murong Feng stormed off with his lackeys, feeling utterly humiliated and harboring a deep, venomous resentment in his eyes. A long-concocted conspiracy was about to unfold.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the Southern Domain, Zhou Family Ancestor Zhou Yuanshan sat right in the middle of the council hall's table, maintaining a calm expression with his eyes half-closed. His white hair drifted without any wind, and his pristine white robes were clean and crisp, without a speck of dust, truly embodying the look of an immortal sage.
Today, the hall was packed with people and not a single seat was empty. The elders of the Zhou Family were all present, along with Zhou Tianhao and the leaders of various allied forces affiliated with the Zhou Family. Gathering everyone here today served two purposes: first, to congratulate Zhou Family Ancestor Zhou Yuanshan in advance on his successful breakthrough in cultivation; second, to avenge the tragic deaths of their fellow clan members and jointly discuss a strategy to crusade against the Murong Family.
Chapter 117