The breeze fluttered, and her black hair flowed as if she were a banished immortal.
Mo Liancheng turned his head, his gaze half-smiling yet not quite smiling at the four people, and said indifferently, "So, you all have arrived. Now, are you glad that you didn't choose the second option last night?"
"Yes, thank you, Young Master Liancheng." The four people replied in unison, kneeling on one knee, shouting respectfully.
Mo Liancheng hummed softly, "Rise."
Then, he turned away coldly, his authority naturally inherent in that moment, "Go and persuade the remaining forces of those three families; those who comply will live, those who resist will die. All else remains as usual. As for dealing with the Soul Hunter and the Murong Family… the Mo Clan and Qu Clan are enough!"
As he spoke, an Iron-blooded Bat flew through the sky.
Mo Liancheng gracefully leapt into the air and landed steadily on the back of the bat.
Then, he departed elegantly.
