The banquet was exceedingly dull. Aside from the constant stream of people toasting Xiao Yun, nothing else happened. The leaders of the other factions only dared to offer toasts; the gap in strength and status was too great, leaving them without even a chance to flatter him.
Time slowly passed, and the banquet gradually drew to a close.
Just as everyone was nearly finished with the dishes on the round table, Xiao Zhan, his face flushed from drink, suddenly stood up and shouted, "Everyone, quiet down! Quiet down! Since all the factions of Wutan City are gathered here tonight, the Xiao Clan has something we would like to discuss with everyone."
The moment Xiao Zhan spoke, the previously noisy hall fell silent. The leaders of those factions exchanged uneasy glances, sensing that something was amiss.
Xiao Zhan declared, "Although Wutan City lies near the Warcraft Mountains, it has never been able to make use of its resources. The reason is that there are too many voices in Wutan City. Therefore, the Xiao Clan believes that one voice is enough. What do you all think?"
Once Xiao Zhan finished speaking, the faction leaders looked at one another in stunned silence. They had not expected the Xiao Clan to be so eager. Xiao Yun had only just returned, yet they were already preparing to unify Wutan City.
"Patriarch Xiao is right. There are indeed too many voices in Wutan City. We only need one, and Thousand Medicine Workshop believes the Xiao Clan is fully capable of shouldering this responsibility."
Suddenly, a pot-bellied middle-aged man in black robes rose to his feet and became the first to respond to Xiao Zhan's words.
"That old fox actually beat us to it."
The leaders of the other factions came to their senses and hurriedly echoed