The Great Elder Jin Mingyang stroked his sparse goatee, his voice cold and sinister, and said:
"The Feather Clan must be exterminated, but the Feather Clan isn't some small household. This matter must be reported to the Royal Family."
"As for the reason, the Feather Clan has already provided it."
As he spoke, his gaze shifted to the deceased Jin Lianming and Jin Dongfang.
The others wore peculiar expressions, all worried the Great Elder might pluck out the few goatee hairs he had left.
Jin Qianqiu nodded slightly, thinking that with such reliable subordinates, being a Clan Leader was indeed effortless.
The Second Elder Jin Changdong pondered for a moment before speaking: "When shall we act against the Feather Clan?"
This matter required Jin Qianqiu to make a decision.
Jin Qianqiu sipped his tea lightly, spat out a tea leaf, and said calmly, "Tonight."
A storm of bloodshed was already brewing.
After tonight, Peng City would no longer have the Feather Clan.
