With Yan Jingming leading the way, Xu Yi and the others smashed straight through the manor's front gate and stormed into the courtyard.
Dozens of people sat around a table in the courtyard, feasting and drinking in high spirits.
"Old Yan, you're here, so you're here. Why bring such a grand entourage? If you'd come alone, I might've invited you to take a seat. But you've brought this whole crowd, and even if I wanted to invite you all, there wouldn't be enough room."
Zhao Wenlong rose to his full height and laughed.
Yan Jingming said angrily, "Zhao, I don't have time to waste words with you. I'll ask you just one thing: how do you plan to settle this matter?"
The Righteous Alliance and the Sea of Stars Alliance had clashed more than once, and Yan Jingming was used to it. This time, the matter wasn't serious enough to warrant alerting the higher-ups. He planned to smooth things over himself.
Moreover, he had no intention of yielding even an inch. Zhao Wenlong had to back down.
Everyone in the Righteous Alliance knew that the Sea of Stars Alliance was no longer what it once was. Its conflict with the Yin Court had grown increasingly fierce, and it had suffered heavy losses. It had lost the edge it once possessed.
With the Sea of Stars Alliance running out of steam, the Righteous Alliance naturally had the upper hand.
Zhao Wenlong smiled. "Naturally, I'd like Brother Yan to stay here and have a good talk with me."
Yan Jingming stared at Zhao Wenlong in surprise, unable to figure out what he was up to.
Just then, the white-clothed youth seated beside Zhao Wenlong suddenly struck. A cold gleam flashed in his palm as it swept past Yan Jingming and across the