Inside the council hall, candlelight flickered, and the atmosphere was as heavy as iron.
Lin Xinghe stood at the center, tightly gripping the blood-stained plan in her hand, her fingertips slightly pale.
She raised her head, her cold gaze sweeping across the elders present—Thunder Swordsman, Madam Lingshe, Qingluan Fairy, Old Monster Duanyue... These faction leaders, who usually acted independently and schemed against one another, all wore different expressions at this moment.
Chapter 158