It was May.
The weather in the independent continent gradually warmed up.
But today was an exception.
Since noon, the sky had been gloomy as if it was about to rain. Now, dark clouds pressed down outside. Dark clouds covered the sky, dimming the city.
Very quickly, Mo Dong arrived with 20 people from Bright Gate.
Those from the Ji family grew wary when they saw jeeps that did not belong to them parking outside.
The scar on Mo Dong's face ran through his entire face, and his aura was bloody and domineering.
He ignored those peeping at him and walked in quickly.
***
At the entrance of the hall.
Everyone was stunned by Qiao Nian's aura ever since she dragged a chair and sat down.
Ji Ziyin, Fourth Elder, Second Elder, and the others were silent.
The place was in complete silence.
No one could figure out what she was trying to do.
It was not until Mo Dong arrived that the silence was broken.
