There are still two days to go before the Rasha Conference.

At the main hall of the Duanmu family, people of the Duanmu family were standing around, wearing black robes like messengers from hell.

In the lobby, the head of the Dark Duanmu family is sitting on a black chair engraved with a night fork.

The carved nighttime Rachal at one end of the chair is fierce and horrible...

Duanmu, black and bright, dressed in a grey robe, looked down at the audience with a shadowy smile on his pale scholarly face.

Still standing beside him is the charming and enchanting woman: Huasanniang.

She was wearing a green transparent dress...