"Brother Ben, you can't say that. Jiang Feng, after all, was part of the Jiang Family back in the day. It's not an exaggeration to call him a royal descendant, more than just a mere bastard..."
Beside Ben Guokai sat another elder, Mo Zongyong, the Mo Family Patriarch.
"What royal descendant, just a sacrificed victim of an internal feud. But that remnant has managed to survive until today. I didn't expect that. If this reaches the ears of that figure in the Jiang Family, it might shock him awake from his deathbed. By then, the capital city will surely be awash with turmoil..." Ben Guokai sneered.
"So, our purpose this time is to nip this matter in the bud. What several families before couldn't achieve, we must accomplish!"
Mo Zongyong said softly, "I don't know how you've arranged things. I'm not going to act like the Rong Family, scheming and hoarding at such a critical moment—that's just courting death!"
