When Li Zhenyuan and Cao Hongyi, the two family heads, were led into the Deliberation Hall,
both men carried an iron box in their arms, and their complexions looked somewhat constrained.
After all, this was the moment that would decide the life or death of their two lineages.
The Deliberation Hall of Chiyan Valley was far simpler than they had imagined-it was just a rock cave with a few rough wooden tables and a Cloud Province Map hanging on the wall.
Yet the man sitting inside the hall made their calves tighten involuntarily the moment they stepped through the door.
The man in the hall was none other than the Fist-Slaying Great General Xiao Jin, the Lord of Cloud Province who had kicked down thirty thousand elite cavalry, the Mysterious Abyss Daoist Heir of the Kaoshan Sect, and the peerless heaven-chosen prodigy Wang Yuan, hailed as a once-in-a-century figure in Cloud Province.
At this moment, Wang Yuan sat behind a stone table, lifting his eyes to look at the two men.
Li Zhenyuan was around forty years old with a dignified face; his brocade robe was washed clean, but it could not hide his fatigue.
Cao Hongyi was somewhat lean and even more haggard than Li Zhenyuan, holding his iron box without daring to move a muscle.
As the two walked up to the table, Li Zhenyuan spoke first: "Li Zhenyuan of the Li Family and Cao Hongyi of the Cao Family pay respects to the Alliance Master."
Simultaneously, the two men placed their iron boxes on the stone table and opened the lids.
A broken sword, a severed halberd, and a shattered bronze seal.
All three items were dull and devoid of light, their spiritual essence completely dissipated at the fractures; at first glance, they were no different from