C393 Hongmen banquet forced to stay

Xiao Yin spiralled from the distant night sky to the top of Peacock peak. Out of the dozen lanterns in the sky, a group of people were walking down from the winding paths at the foot of the mountain with extremely slow steps. In the blink of an eye, they arrived in front of Wind Cloud Pavilion.

The twenty odd people all wore cyan clothes and half of their faces were covered in silver masks