Mo Cheng had no idea he had invited a grim reaper into his home. He had only hoped to invite Lan Hong to lend the Mo Clan some prestige.
He had also learned that the Cloud Mist Sect's leader was dissatisfied with him, and that it was Great Elder Yun Leng who had sheltered the Mo Clan.
That was why he wanted to find another patron, and Lan Hong's appearance had given him the perfect opportunity.
Anyone capable of taming a high-level magical beast had to be at least a Dou Emperor powerhouse.
Night fell. The Yan City Mo Family was brightly lit, and many people had naturally come to celebrate Mo Cheng's sixtieth birthday.
Moreover, none of the guests were ordinary. At the very least, they were wealthy merchants or prominent magnates.
The Cloud Mist Sect had sent someone as well—a deacon from Yun Leng's faction.
Although the other party was merely a Cloud Mist Sect deacon, Mo Cheng still treated him with utmost respect.
The Cloud Mist Sect deacon also gave Mo Cheng plenty of face. To the others, it seemed that the Cloud Mist Sect was indeed still the Mo Clan's greatest backer.
Mo Cheng, however, was somewhat disappointed. The powerhouse who had tamed the magical beast and promised to attend the banquet had not arrived.
In truth, Lan Hong had already arrived. He and Cai Lin had merely concealed themselves as they watched scene after scene of hollow pleasantries.
Cai Lin's expression was far from pleasant. Lan Hong had just taken her to see what the Mo Clan had been doing in secret.
The Mo Clan had been conducting experiments involving the transplantation of magical beast organs, and the Snake People Clan had naturally been among the victims.
"When do we make our move?"
"The banquet