Li Clan Ancestral Land.
A strange, eerie chime of bells and chimes slowly spread through the air.
Amid the lingering echoes, streaks of Escape Light swept over the lofty, layered eaves and descended into a council hall standing alone amid a sea of bamboo.
The hall was spacious, and every material used in its construction had been carefully selected. It looked refined and imposing, without a hint of extravagance.
At that moment, Li Wujiu sat high at the head of the hall, and the many clan elders had all arrived.
The summons had come quite suddenly. At present, many elders who had hurried over still had Blood Fiend Qi, the fragrance of medicinal herbs, or the lingering breath of spiritual flames clinging to them... Some even had blood spattered across their brocade robes and had brought along a scorpion-tail whip covered in barbs, not yet having time to put it down. Others were covered in blood, their wounds still trickling steadily without a drop falling, having been caught halfway through their cultivation and not had time to put on their human skin. Still others were disheveled, their faces covered in bright red lip prints...
"Clan Head, what happened that you had the Soul Bell rung?" asked an elder who appeared to be the oldest and held the highest standing. He held a half-carved piece of human bone in his hands and spoke in a deep voice.
The others had not spoken, but their expressions were just as grave. The first thing they did upon arriving was turn their gazes toward the clan head, their eyes full of questions.
His gaze swept over the room. After confirming that everyone had arrived, Li Wujiu did not answer at once. Instead, with a thought, he activated the council hall's layers of arrays.
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