In the depths of the night, the hall of the Yin Clan was brightly illuminated by the flame of lanterns while all the higher-ups of the clan were gathered here, and the gloomy roar of the Patriarch, Yin Dezhao, that carried boundless rage resounded frequently from within.

The servants and maidservants outside the hall were terrified and uneasy. They held steaming hot tea, yet didn’t dare take a single step into the hall as they were deeply afraid that the flames of rage in the hall would be vented on them.

Tonight was undoubtedly extremely difficult to endure for the Yin Clan.

First the elder, Yin Tianhu, had failed to assassinate Chen Xi and perished in the process, causing the clan to be shocked. Then the Liang, Gu, and Luo Clans wanted the Yin Clan to pay the price for this matter. Otherwise, they would draw a boundary between their clans and consider the Yin Clan as their enemy.

All of this was like one disaster after another, and it caused a heavy blow to the Yin Clan.

So even if it was deep in the night, as the Patriarch of the Yin Clan, Yin Dezhao had no choice but to gather all the higher-ups of the clan to discuss how they should resolve this difficult position.

As she listened to the clamorous noise and furious roars that came from within the hall, Yin Miaomiao’s beautiful...