Town, Martial Arts Association.
As a crucial town in the north, the Martial Arts Association in the town holds a significant position throughout the Northern Border.
At this moment.
At the headquarters of the Martial Arts Association.
Inside the Cloudy-Water Pavilion, the residence of the Somerset Family.
Devlin sat by the round table, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
Blue smoke wafted upwards.
Though people in the room detested the smell, none dared to show it.
All prominent figures within the martial association attended this meeting.
Mr. Grey sat at the head position in the east.
That seat originally belonged to Vinnie Somerset.
But now, Vinnie Somerset could only sit beside him.
"It's a tough journey in this icy weather; thank you all for coming to the Cloudy-Water Pavilion for the meeting." Mr. Grey's face was ashen, his eyes lifeless.
But the martial artists present were accustomed to it.
The Undead Tribe.
