Just as Hai Bodong had said, the birthday banquet for Mo Cheng, the Mo Clan's Great Elder, was only a few days away.
Nearly everyone in the Mo Clan was busy preparing for the grand banquet.
After all, for Mo Cheng, this birthday banquet was far more than a simple celebration. It was meant to fulfill some purpose that remained unknown to others.
Naturally, that called for thorough preparations.
The inn Mo Hua had arranged for Su Tian and his two companions was not far from the Mo Clan estate. After passing through several bustling streets, they gradually approached the estate in the center of Salt City.
Standing at the end of the street, Su Tian gazed at the Mo Clan headquarters, fortified like a small fortress, and could not help shaking his head.
"Tsk, tsk. The Mo Clan certainly deserves its reputation as the most powerful clan in the eastern provinces of the Jia Ma Empire. Who knows how much money they poured into building this heavily guarded fortress alone?"
Patrol posts stood every few dozen meters along the towering walls. Through certain gaps, Su Tian could even make out sharp arrowheads glinting with an icy menace beneath the bright moonlight.
Su Tian frowned slightly. His soul power surged out in an instant, sweeping roughly over the fortress.
He soon detected at least a dozen overlapping lines of surveillance covering the air above it, leaving no blind spots. Anyone attempting to enter from above would likely be turned into a human porcupine in an instant by the countless arrows concealed in the shadows.
"I didn't expect the Mo Clan's defenses to be so tight. Sneaking inside without alerting anyone really will be a little troublesome."
Hai Bodong's gaze also swept over the fortress, and he spoke with a hint