Demonic Path small world, Mu Family.

As the descendants of the previous Holy Lord, even if they had to sever half of their surname, they still remained a family that stood at the pinnacle of the Demonic Path.

Cloud Grove City was the land of the Mu Family. As such, it was managed perfectly without any leakage of information and countless powerful subordinates were accepted here. The city’s influence was formidable.

Today, in some courtyard within the city, a gray-robed Mu Xianglin was sitting on a stone stool, a chilling aura wrapped around him. Spatial fluctuations flooded the surroundings and the power of array formations isolated out all perceptions.

“Yao Bin must die, even if he is exiled into the Endless Sea.” A young man sitting across from Mu Xianglin suddenly spoke up. His tone was light and calm, as if here were speaking of what he was going to be eating for dinner that night.

Mu Xianglin nodded with relief. “Mu Mo, for you to think that, it means you haven’t let your achievements cloud your judgment.”

The blue-robed youth smiled, his temperament gentle like water. “White sun boundary talent…” Envy and acclaim filled his eyes. “If I were to underestimated him, I would be far too stupid.”

He stood up and cupped his hands together. “Uncle,...