The three-day deadline arrived in the blink of an eye.
At the old site of Golden Spring Temple, the Great Heroic Hall, once thriving on incense offerings, now stood desolate. The Buddha statues had been dismantled, the crimson lacquer was peeling, and the vast, empty space held an air of decay and grimness.
The hall was sparsely furnished, with only a few tables and chairs remaining.
A faint, stale odor, a mixture of blood and incense ash, seemed to linger in the air.
Lu Qingsong, Wangqingshan, and Bai Qing were already waiting there.
They had no mind to inspect the transformed hall. Each sat upright with a grave expression, calculating how to secure the greatest benefit for their own factions in this negotiation that would decide their future.
The Nie Family's forceful intervention, though vexing, was something they knew they could not prevent.
For now, their bottom line was to protect the share they rightfully deserved.
