This Is an Open Conspiracy

The Liang Family's entire sphere of influence lay in the southwest of the Mingzhou Continent.

The Liang Family's Demigod was an old man with a hook-nosed face and an exceptionally sharp gaze.

His suit was crisp and immaculate.

At that moment, he was practicing calligraphy with a brush.

He had spent ten years in this study room without leaving even once.

That day, a special guest came to his study room and simply stood before him, watching Liang He, the Liang Family Demigod, practice his writing.

After finishing a piece, four large characters danced across the page like dragons and phoenixes: Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains.

Liang He smiled. "I'm old. The older I get, the more useless I become. Even my writing no longer has the spirit it had in my youth."

The man standing before him was Jin Jiuhan, the Jin Consortium's Demigod.

Jin Jiuhan smiled. "Brother Liang, aren't you being too modest? As I recall, you're ten years younger than I am."

At the Demigod level, their abilities were tremendously powerful. Appearance alone could not reveal their age.

Liang He smiled. "Is that so? I'm muddleheaded with age. Perhaps I can't remember clearly anymore."

Jin Jiuhan said, "Have you considered it, Brother Liang? You and I can join hands and invite several other old friends. That man is too powerful. If we do not unite and eliminate him, the Liang Family will not have an easy time either."

Liang He said, "I hear the other families have already begun approaching him. The Xie Family and the Song Family both have some ties to him. If I go to them, they may simply sell me out."

"Besides, the Liang Family bears no particular grudge against him. There will not be a direct conflict."

Jin Jiuhan suddenly