"Ninth Brother, I am here." The Ningxue Sword suddenly appeared.
"You are responsible for coordinating the personnel, accompany these old brothers of ours who wish to return to the family to have a look. We will not let the truly wicked go unpunished, but also, do not let them, in a moment of impulsiveness, mistakenly kill good people."
Dongfang Sansan: "However, if there are still villains that are not completely eradicated, of the type who cannot bring themselves to do it, send someone to help finish the job."
"Understood!"
Dongfang Sansan walked through the crowd, which automatically scattered, making way for him. Everyone could feel that endless sense of desolation emanating from the Ninth Lord.
This desolation was like an all-encompassing autumn breeze, engulfing everything.
It was an inexplicable chill.
The crowd was silent, countless pairs of eyes met Dongfang Sansan's gaze, all turned away in shame, not daring to meet his eyes.
