Transmission Hall.
Lu Chun sat quietly in the grand hall. Several elders under his command sat there quietly as well, constantly waiting.
Ning Zhijun also sat there, her face seemingly calm. But her fingers secretly twisted in her robe, revealing the tension in her heart.
The other four or five elders were the same. Although their faces appeared calm, inside they were more or less extremely tense.
Everyone knew that the Hong family would take action tonight. They gathered here to stick together for safety. Secondly, they wanted to receive information at the first moment; otherwise, taking the wrong side could mean the difference between life and death.
Outside the house, the wind howled, while the main hall was brightly lit.
No one spoke, there was nothing to say, they could only wait here.
The candles inside the lanterns were replaced twice in succession.
Finally, footsteps were heard from outside the house.
