Chương 417: A Gift of Thanks

The Sun had just risen, spraying down gold lights.

Inside an ancient room, two men sat on mahogany chairs and sipped on their tea.

One man had sharp eyebrows and a young face, it was Ling Xian. The other had big eyes and appeared stern, it was the Clan Leader.

"O Yang Leader, you sure are on time." Ling Xian sipped on his tea and said.

O Yang Leader smiled brightly, "To meet the savior of my Clan, how can I not be on time?"

"Let's get to it then." Ling Xian wiped off his smile, "After what happened, I'm sure you now understand the ambition of the mysterious clan."

"Of course. To provoke the O Yang Clan right now means they want to bring down the Clans one by one and control the Trading Island."

O Yang Leader exhaled deeply. Though they safely survived the war under Ling Xian's help, they lost a lot in the battle. There were countless number of wounded descendants, and three fallen completion levelled powerhouses. It was a heavy loss.