C114 Blood Dye the City Lord Mansion!

A procession of more than a dozen carriages approached from another direction of the drill ground, led by an elegantly dressed elder. Flanking him were two middle-aged men in white robes, one portly and the other lean.

Wang Tao recognized the pair and greeted them with a traditional gesture. "Elder Dong, President Faang!"

With a warm smile, Dong Yiyuan gestured toward the distinguished elder