The Mo Clan estate.
Firecrackers crackled. Carriage after carriage arrived bearing gifts, clogging the entrance. As guests streamed in, Mo Cheng could no longer hide the smile on his aged face.
The other guests, however, looked bitter.
The lord of Salt City was there, as were the leaders of the city's other two great clans. Even the Misty Cloud Sect had sent its young sect leader with congratulations. From now on, the Mo Clan would truly rule Salt City.
What the Mo Clan had done in Salt City had long outraged its people. They seized lone, innocent cultivators for experiments and transplanted magical beast organs into them. Everyone knew it, yet the Misty Cloud Sect turned a blind eye—
"Everyone, I have a proposal."
Mo Cheng smiled. "Why don't we establish an organization in Salt City called the Mo Alliance, with the Mo Clan at its head? We can all make money together. I guarantee everyone here will grow rich."
The lively hall gradually fell silent.
Mo Cheng narrowed his eyes, a vicious smile flashing across his face. "Is anyone unwilling?"
"I'll join!"
"So will we—"
Many were intimidated by the Mo Clan and had no choice but to grit their teeth and agree. Just as Mo Cheng smiled in satisfaction, a panicked voice rang out from outside the courtyard.
Mo Cheng frowned and glanced at the middle-aged man rushing through the door. "What are you panicking for? As long as I'm here, the sky won't fall on Salt City!"
"Father, a woman has surrounded the entire Mo Clan estate with thousands of City Defense Army soldiers! I tried talking to them politely, but Mu Xin kicked me and broke three of my ribs—" The richly dressed man wailed, his face twisted with misery.
"A woman—the eldest imperial princess, Yao