The man leading the Qiunan Clan was middle-aged, with arms even thicker than his legs. This was the result of years spent beating the war drums for the Night Pillar, a sign that he had fought for it and was unlike ordinary members of the Qiunan Clan.
His name was Qiu Nan Zhen. He was one of the Qiunan Clan's greatest experts of the previous generation and Qiu Nan Hong Ye's uncle.
Qiu Nan Zhen's arrival silenced He Fang Mountain. Only the wind's low howl remained, deepening the bleak atmosphere.
"Everyone, disperse," Qiu Nan Zhen said.
Zhang Hongyun's face paled. He wanted to say something but could not get the words out. Lone Swan Island had no standing to bargain with the Qiunan Clan.
Those concealing their identities dispersed one by one. Even those who had hoped to seize Duke Cheng's corpse withdrew, knowing they could not wrest it from the Qiunan Clan.
Qiu Nan Zhen turned his gaze toward Zhang Hongyun and the others.
Zhang Hongyun sighed and nodded to Qiu Nan Zhen. The man leading the Qiunan Clan was middle-aged, with arms even thicker than his legs. This was the result of years spent beating the war drums for the Night Pillar, a sign that he had fought for it and was unlike ordinary members of the Qiunan Clan.
Zhang Hongyun sighed and nodded to Qiu Nan Zhen.
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