The Wilderness Islands, the Mu Family.
Inside the Council Hall, Feng Zhengqing, the special envoy from the Feng Family, sat in the main seat, his expression dark and somber.
Over ten Cultivators from the Feng Family were seated on either side, their cold gazes fixed upon the group of Mu Family's upper echelons kneeling on the floor.
Kneeling at the very front was, naturally, Patriarch Mu Yesheng. His face was ashen, his eyes filled with despair. Ropes shimmering with dozens of streams of Spiritual Light bound him tightly, and two Soul Banning Talismans were stuck to his forehead.
As a result, both his physical body and Divine Soul were completely sealed. Even taking his own life had become an impossible luxury.
"...My patience has its limits,"
Feng Zhengqing's cold, harsh voice echoed throughout the grand hall:
"Who exactly harmed Old Ninth? Spit it out now!"
"Lord High Envoy, I... We..."
Mu Yesheng stammered, not knowing how to explain.
