Zhuge Manor.
In the main hall.
As the last trace of incense slowly fell away.
Everyone's hearts sank.
By their rough calculations, noon had arrived.
Yet Shen Wenyuan, Wang Wenzong, and the others Jiang Ning had mentioned had not appeared.
"Marquis, they..." one of the clan elders in the main hall began.
Just then.
Boom—
The mountains shook and the earth trembled with a deafening blast.
Zhuge Qingsong abruptly rose to his feet and looked toward the manor entrance.
"They're here!!" His tone was grave.
"Marquis, if what you said just now was only meant to reassure me, then please leave through the rear mountain!" Zhuge Qingsong looked at Jiang Ning.
Jiang Ning stood and shook his head. "I have never deceived you."
"Let's go!" He then took the initiative and headed toward the manor entrance.
Ji Mingyue followed close behind.
Under the watchful eyes of Zhuge Manor's clan elders, Jiang Ning and Ji Mingyue were the first to step over the threshold.
The elders immediately exchanged glances.
"Let's go!" Zhuge Qingsong took a deep breath before speaking.
A moment later.
Everyone filed out in succession.
They arrived at the manor's front courtyard.
The screen wall that had once stood over ten feet high had long since become rubble scattered across the courtyard, with only a few foundation stones remaining at the bottom.
That towering vermilion gate had likewise been flung several dozen feet away from its original place.
Amid the dust filling the sky, several figures of varying heights emerged at the manor gate.
Yet not a single guard around them dared step forward.
As they stared at the people ahead, their eyes were filled with terror.
At that moment.
The leader wore a long robe, his hands clasped behind his back.
He was Li Sixiang, vice alliance leader