The gloomy atmosphere over the capital did not affect the operation of the Thousand Wealth Chamber.
Every attendant and servant worked with a pure calm, unbothered by the evil sect walking wantonly outside the chamber.
On the highest floor of the Thousand Wealth Chamber, Mo Jian was having a meeting with the various department heads.
"Have you spread the news?" Mo Jian asked, looking at Miss Yang.
"Yes, Young Master. I've already reached out to all the clans that have yet to succumb to the evil sects," Miss Yang replied.
"Good. What about the Governor and the three sects?"
"I've reached out to them, but they say they are being besieged by two evil sects," Miss Yang sighed heavily. "I don't know if the three sects can withstand the threat of the two."
When Mo Jian heard this, he furrowed his brow and thought for a moment. He never expected the capital to be besieged by two evil sects.
