Cheng Wanshan shook his head. "No, there's almost no trace of her. Women with such formidable power are few and far between. We've checked every possible lead, but none match. To this day, we still don't know who that woman truly was."
"But it's just the Song family, just some woman of unknown origin. What's there to hesitate about? Kill them if they must be killed, wipe them out if they must be wiped out. It's no big deal."
The speaker was a woman in her thirties, dressed in a red gown that revealed a hint of skin. She sat casually, idly twirling her slender fingers. The survival of an entire clan seemed as insignificant to her as the life of an insect.
Listening to the others, the elder seated at the head of the table stroked his beard, glanced at them, and said, "In that case, you shall undertake this mission. My birthday approaches in a few days. Return swiftly."
