"Yu Dun, Liang Qu, you two are about to enter Hunting Tiger, remember to act only after thorough planning, and don't waste your prime years for nothing."
"Master, rest assured, we will think thrice before acting."
"Shaoqin, how is the preparation of True Gang?"
"Cao Rang..."
After giving a few reminders, Yang Dongxiong gazed at the moonlight and waved his hand to dismiss his disciples.
"There are no matters tonight, return early and rest. Do not delay tomorrow's birthday banquet."
"Wait, I have something."
"Madam?"
"Come to the main hall."
Everyone moved.
In the middle of the hall, on an octagonal table, nine trays were arranged in three rows of three, each holding two neatly folded pieces of clothing, two belts to the side, and complemented by two cold fragrance pouches, from which a subtle scent wafted.
Madam Xu sat down and gestured with her sleeve.
