The Bai Clan forces descended like a dark tide, the air crackling with power as they followed Bai Zihan through the skies toward the Mei Clan compound.
The streets of Meihua City were deserted, its citizens hiding behind closed doors, shivering in fear as the infamous Young Master of the Bai Clan passed overhead.
Mei Rulan walked at the back, head bowed, steps unsteady.
Her hands wouldn't stop trembling.
She could still feel the weight of her father's glare—like a sword piercing through her spine.
It was over!
She'd doomed them all.
And it was because of her greed.
As the grand gates of the Mei Clan opened, a parade of elders, stewards, and disciples lined up in silence.
No one dared to speak.
Bai Zihan stood at the front, looking over them with that same casual smirk.
"So this is the mighty Mei Clan…"
He remarked sarcastically.
Well, compared to the Bai Clan, the Mei Clan couldn't even begin to compare.
