Just as everyone in Xia City was preparing to welcome the Cold Element Festival.
In a gathering hall on the second floor of the main building, there was a large group of people gathered here, sitting silently on chairs with very solemn expressions.
Up front were Meng Ying, Jiang Ping, Yue Qian, Cheng Guang, Zhou Yuan, Sun Yan, Song Kang, the seven Vajra of Long Mountain; in the middle were Xu Shicheng, Zhang Jiuling, Yuan Shan, Yuan Ning, Lu Yushan, Wang Tao, Liu Chang, fourteen strong Cold Resistance level men; and at the back were Cheng He, Meng Tian and dozens of younger individuals from the next generation.
Clearly, this was a gathering exclusive to the Longshan System, and all present were key members of the former Longshan Camp.
Everyone's gaze occasionally swept toward the door, clearly waiting for something.
"Hahaha..."
Suddenly, an old laugh came from the door, and Li Tiancheng quickly walked in from outside, his face full of irrepressible laughter.
