Right now, the Hou Clan and three other families were forming an alliance with the Xiong Yun Gang, sealing the pact with blood oaths. Additionally, with so many external forces present, was this not an excellent opportunity for mischief?
Mo Qingning's eyes swiftly turned as she decided on a course of action. Pulling along her junior Qing Yuan, she quickly headed toward the Xiong Yun Gang's main stronghold, unable to suppress the smile that crept across her lips, evidently harboring some malicious scheme.
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Xiong Yun Gang Main Stronghold
The square in front of the main hall was packed inside and out with a dense crowd of three to four thousand people. A three zhang high platform stood proudly in the center, vacant except for four small desks, each bearing a small bowl with a cup of clear wine.
