"What do you mean by that, Disciple Fang?" Clan Head Zheng Yuan was quite offended.
Ye Tian Yun replied, "You heard it right. To be honest, this mission might leave the whole city bathed in blood."
"Hm?" Clan Head Zheng's expression turned serious, "Disciple Fang, I hope you're not joking."
"I am not," Ye Tian Yun shook his head, "I have been sent early to make a few arrangements for the disciples arriving in the Silver Mist City."
"Oh! When will the rest of the disciples arrive?"
"Hmm, they will arrive anytime now. Just look out for two carriages with Fu Clan banners."
"Fu Clan? The capital city's Fu Clan?" Zheng Yuan frowned.
Ye Tian Yun nodded his head, "Indeed. That Fu Clan."
Clan Head Zheng Yuan asked, "Then what is going on, Disciple Fang? Please explain it to me thoroughly."
Ye Tian Yun smiled and began to explain to him.
"Clan Head Zheng Yuan, the situation is now pretty complicated."
