Tonight was far from peaceful.
Wind Cloud City, Murong Family.
Two family experts stood side by side. Having just recounted the assassination attempt on Fan Lang, they had plenty of excuses, but none could conceal the fact that they had failed.
Murong Bai listened in silence, his expression gradually darkening, yet he could not vent his anger. Mystic Ancestor experts were the pillars of the family; even as clan leader, he could not afford to offend them, especially since both were his elders.
"You two have worked hard. Fan Lang has backing, and you were right to put the bigger picture first. We cannot place the entire family in danger just to kill one man," Murong Bai said.
"Since we cannot eliminate this threat, we can only improve our relations with the City Lord's Mansion instead. Their fortunes are intertwined. Once Fan Lang grows stronger, the City Lord's Mansion will surely benefit, and it will become even harder to deal with in the future," one of the Mystic Ancestor experts said.
"I will be more careful in dealing with the City Lord's Mansion from now on." Murong Bai sighed as he spoke.
It was the first time the two Mystic Ancestor experts had seen Murong Bai sigh. This young and accomplished clan leader had always been high-spirited and had never been so despondent before.
In struggles between factions, one rose while another declined. As the City Lord's Mansion grew stronger, other factions would inevitably have to give ground. One ate meat while the other drank soup.
Once the balance was broken, life would become difficult for the Murong Family. No wonder Murong Bai had sighed.
The Silver Moon Merchant Guild, another major faction, felt the same way.
When Guild Master Yue Dangkong learned that the assassination had failed, he