With a chilling sneer, Hu Ma sat in front of the stone weights, chanting the Dispel Curse through the night. Gradually, he refined it, making it his own. A faint feeling of thunderous roaring emerged within his Divine Soul, a strange yet awe-inspiring sensation arising from nowhere.
But at this very moment, in the broad and imposing mansion of Little Gold City on Pingbei Road, the main hall was also lit with Beauty Wax. A group of luxuriously dressed people gathered in the hall for a council.
The hall was filled with quite a number of people. On the upper side, three Taishi Chairs were occupied, the first two by indistinct figures, their features blurred, their forms barely discernible. The third was occupied by an old man in a silk gown. Across from them, the first of three Taishi Chairs hosted the Lady of the Meng family's Tongyin branch.
