Fu Family.
Fu Jiuxiao sat on the main seat, his face pale as death hung over the room.
The elders seated below, like tightly closed gourds, remained silent, each one lost in their thoughts as though determined to carry the silence to the grave.
The hand Fu Jiuxiao rested on the tiger-head armrest trembled slightly.
They had just received news; the Fu Family had suffered heavy casualties!
Yes, not just significant losses, but devastating. Unprecedentedly devastating!
All of the Mahayana monks they had sent out had fallen, and two-thirds of those in the Ascension phase had perished.
These past few days, starting confidently and full of hope, they gradually became nervous and uneasy, until now when every new battle report made Fu Jiuxiao and everyone here feel terrified.