Watching the sent invitation being returned, Xiang Qian erupted in the strategy room, "Idiots, all idiots! Can't handle even a trivial matter, what use are you!?"
The master's presence intimidated the eight deserts, but how could the advisors of transcendent cultivation endure it? They complained incessantly.
However, the reality that the Xiang Family had been isolated was already a fact, and even if Ancestor Xiang Qian became furious, it was useless.
The current Yun Summit Council had lost its credibility, and the whole Chaochang was fragmented. Each noble family was struggling on its own, even the atmosphere within the Commerce Alliance became very tense.
Since the year's end had passed, the once bustling ports were now empty. Only a few scattered merchant ships remained, a stark decline.
