He did not speak, and the atmosphere in the room gradually quieted.
Sparks floated out from the fire stone.
On He Ningyuan's right side, a Grandmaster of Heavenly Beings leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed.
"Mansion Master, it seems like we need to find an opportunity to act again? How are we dividing roles this time? Who am I facing?"
"No rush," He Ningyuan glanced around, "Before the assignments, I have an important piece of news to share."
The Grandmasters moved away from their chair backs, placing their hands solemnly on the Phoebe Zhennan Wood table.
He Ningyuan did not keep them in suspense.
"Balster is dead. The news came from the Imperial Capital at noon yesterday."
He started with the bombshell.
There was a moment of silence.
Someone probed, "The Northern Border Eagle?"
"If it's the Balster with the same name, I wouldn't bring it up for discussion here," He Ningyuan said indifferently.
Sss!
Yang Xu took a sharp breath, his mouth dry.
