The meeting inside Zimo's opulent office had been nothing short of a battlefield.
For four long hours, the four powerful clan leaders and the city lord clashed over who would lead the newly formed merchant guild, created under the influence of the Celestial Heavenly Store.
Heated arguments, raised voices, and endless accusations filled the room as each clan vied for power, their ambitions clouding any sense of reason.
The atmosphere was tense, thick with frustration and the weight of generations-old rivalries.
Zimo, seated calmly at his desk, barely reacted to the chaos unfolding around him. He allowed them to argue and shout, silently observing as their true colors emerged.
He knew that this decision would reshape the political landscape of the city, giving immense power to the chosen clans, and he had every intention of letting them fight for it.
