C674 Decision of the Duan Clan

"Crash!"

Within the Duan Clan's secret room, Duan Tiande swept his arm across the table and swept all of the teacups and dishes on the table to the floor.

The Duan Clan's group of expert trembled, not daring to speak a word.

Duan Xingyu also lowered his head, not daring to make a sound.

"Why is this happening?"

Duan Tiande's eyes were wide open, and his beard and hair were tied up