C1208 Deathsworn of the Moon

Mrs Wangyue stood silently in the middle of the hall. One second, two seconds, three seconds …

The few men in black behind her looked at each other in confusion. They didn't understand why Mrs Wangyue had called them here yet didn't say anything.

After a while, Mrs Wangyue impatiently clapped her hands again.

The heads of the black clothed people were filled with question marks