A faint stir ran through the hall. Wind Control Steep Mountain sat upon the throne at the seat of honor, his expression grim and cold, his eyes filled with icy intent.
Having chosen to stay, he had already prepared to die in battle!
The Wind Control Clan had multiplied over endless ages and possessed countless members. Among them, those who were young or relatively weak yet deemed by Wind Control Steep Mountain to possess even a trace of potential worth nurturing had long since been sent to various cities over the past more than eight million years. He had further issued a strict order that the clansmen who left were to lie low and never travel outside under the name of the "Wind Control Clan."
"Hmph, the Wind Control Clan has so many members—how many does your Demon Heart Society even know? Even if you can uncover most of the names! But Demon Heart..."