Black Moon City.
Tang Family Fortress.
In the magnificent guest hall.
Four men, each with distinct temperament and attire, were exchanging cups and chatting.
Their faces all bore expressions of proud joy.
They were the leaders of the four major families in this city.
"Well done! Well done indeed! You are worthy of being the Seventh Young Master!"
An elder with a smooth face and no beard, dressed in a long robe, looked respectfully at the spirited young man, "I wonder... where is Situ Liang of the Moon Hall now?"
"Just with you, old Xie,"
The Seventh Young Master of the Tang family said with a faint smile.
"Ah this..."
The Family Head of the Xie family, Xie Zonglin's old face froze, yet he was puzzled by the meaning.
"This, this… was made from human skull!"
The lean middle-aged man in a Taoist robe across the table suddenly knocked over his wine cup and stood up!
