The moon hung at the treetops, and the firelight shone bright.
Outside the border city, the Shack District was not actually devoid of large houses. They were merely scattered here and there, with no tall buildings to make them conspicuous or out of place, which was why they gave people that impression.
At this moment, one of them seemed rather lively.
The eighteen hall masters were all at the mid-stage of Qi Refining. In the Shack District, every one of them was a prominent figure, yet now they had to slow their steps, following the rammed-earth courtyard wall until they reached the main gate of the courtyard bearing a plaque.
The plaque bore two characters: Green Robe.
"Who is it?"
After the knock sounded, a wary voice immediately came from behind the door.
Naturally, it was not the Green Robe Gang's leader. It was one of his trusted subordinates, standing guard here while also handling the secondary duty of relaying messages and reporting matters.
The hall masters were not surprised. They spoke up one after another, giving their names and saying that they had an important matter to report to the gang leader.
Creak~
The door hinges were unexpectedly rough. The moment the door opened, a hoarse, piercing voice rang out.
Looking through the open door, they saw only three people scattered around the front courtyard. Some stood, some sat; some looked relaxed, others tense. Now, they all turned their scrutinizing gazes over.
The hall masters entered one after another, accepting that naked scrutiny without complaint.
Or rather, they did not dare complain.
Because these people had all been specially arranged here by their gang leader.
Ever since the Evil Cultivator had run amok and killed the leaders of the other two gangs, turning them into an intimate Bonded Corpse,