The old man's expressionless face suddenly twisted into a cold sneer.
That smile appeared particularly terrifying on his gaunt visage.
He chuckled twice and said gravely, "Jiang Cheng. Jin Luan."
"The Jiang Family, the Bai Family."
"Very good, very good... As expected, it's those nobles causing trouble again!"
"It seems that they won't learn their lesson until they've been made to bleed properly this time!"
Having said this, he looked toward his aide and commanded coldly, "Send a message to the Jiang Family. Tell them that multiple Yang Transformation masters have battled in Emerald City. One has fallen, suspected to be killed by Jiang Cheng."
"Demand that they hand him over!"
The aide was taken aback for a moment, but soon after, he smiled and said, "Yes, my lord!"
After he finished speaking, he suddenly paused, then turned to the old man and said, "Right, my lord. What about the matter of the Flower Morning Festival...?"
This time the old man hesitated.
