The expressions on the faces of the clan leaders twitched, daring to be angry but not saying a word, as they looked at the unruffled Dongmen Buju.
Suddenly.
They noticed Mo Ningxiang was also very calm.
Not affected at all by the annihilation of her followers, she even wore a smile.
What was going on?
Did Mo Ningxiang not care about her followers at all?
Even Dongmen Buju was a bit taken aback, looking at Mo Ningxiang in confusion.
Just then.
A small soldier hurriedly came up behind Ling Wudeng, whispering something into his ear.
Ling Wudeng's expression changed as he quickly walked to Dongmen Buju's side, whispering some more.
Dongmen Buju's expression immediately turned grave.
"Confirmed?"
"Absolutely."
Dongmen Buju nodded, his face somewhat unpleasant, he slowly turned to Mo Ningxiang, the disdain in his eyes quietly disappearing.
That expression, as if Mo Ningxiang was immeasurably deep.
