"They really have the audacity to come for the Murong Residence."
"I wonder who these people actually are."
A burst of discussion erupted once again in all directions.
Over the years, the Murong Residence has been on the decline, and there hasn't been a single outstanding young talent from this generation.
But as long as Murong Shenjiang still lives, the Murong Family continues to command immense respect in the Yuning Mountain, instilling fear across the region.
To act against them is to court death, is it not?
"Who are you people? How dare you march against my Murong Family? Are you tired of living?"
After a brief moment of shock, Murong Fu, instead of feeling fear, stepped forward, raising the lance in his hand, pointing it arrogantly at the leader of the opposing party.
"Are you all from the Murong Residence?" asked the leader, who was none other than Chen Shuai, with a calm demeanor.
"That's right."
