C1435 Gong Yulin

Nightfall. The silver moon hung high in the sky.

Within the Killing Shrine and Villa, two groups of people were facing each other.

On one side was the higher ups of the Killing Shrine, and on the other side was a sturdy old man in his sixties. Behind him were three elders in their sixties, and other than that, there were six other middle-aged men in their forties and fifties