Piaomiao Palace was bathed in a festive atmosphere. Red lanterns hung along both sides of the wooded paths, and double-happiness characters adorned every building.
Zhou Wu had kept a low profile and endured silently, meticulously preparing for years. Once he struck, it was with the force of a thunderbolt. Even his father, the grand and ambitious Piaomiao Palace Master, Zhou Changhai, had fallen completely into his trap—let alone anyone else. Therefore, at this very moment, one could say that from top to bottom, the entire Piaomiao Palace belonged to Zhou Wu's faction!
