Imperial Capital.
The banquet was still going on; laughter and flattery filled the air. To the weaker sects, this was a golden opportunity to connect with the more powerful ones.
Especially for those from the Northern Region, each leader from the region displayed enthusiasm that was markedly different from the others.
Right now, no one cared about the Dust Valley Sect or their newly found fame.
"Everyone, you must not forget about the Evil Sect." The Yun clan master declared with a light smile.
"We must not relax our guard. Although they are quiet now, we must not become complacent."
Listening to him, many nodded absentmindedly, but no one took his words seriously. What was the Evil Sect?
They had been defeated a long time ago. The few who remained were mere rats that posed no threat to them.
However, no one was going to go against the Yun clan master. They all understood this was political theater.
