"Patriarch, bad news!"
Bam!
The door of the Patriarch's Hall was slammed open, and an elder of the Sikong family rushed in, panic-stricken.
"Why are you so flustered? It's unbecoming of our dignity!"
On the high seat, Sikong Xuanji frowned slightly, reprimanding with some displeasure.
The elder fell to his knees, face pale, and said:
"Patriarch, Chen Zhixing has already led the Ziwei Chen Family army, departing last night at 7 p.m. In just five hours, they've crossed hundreds of thousands of miles overnight, traversing numerous Great States, and reached Huai State!"
"Now... they might already be at the gates, Yanbian City is in danger!"
As soon as these words fell.
The entire hall erupted in an uproar.
"What?! They left last night?"
"Wasn't it supposed to be three days later?"
Sikong Xuanji suddenly slapped the armrest of his chair, his face showing both shock and anger.
"That little bastard tricked me?"
Before Sikong Xuanji could ask further.
"Report—!"
