The voice was piercing, heavy with accusation and coercion, but above all, dripping with overbearing disdain.
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately stood up and gazed out of the reception hall.
A man and a woman were striding toward the reception hall. Dressed in magnificent, expensive clothes, they carried themselves with an extraordinary air.
Ghost King Valley's status in the Netherworld was so exalted that even these gangs didn't dare act too insolently or casually offend them.
After all, who could guarantee they would never have to beg Ghost King Valley for a favor in their lifetime?
At the sound of the voice, Song Wanning looked over, her gaze meeting two pairs of sharp, piercing eyes.
The pair strode forward, heads held high, and cupped their fists. "Greetings, Song Bangzhu, and all the deputy gang leaders."
"I am Wu Mingxu, a disciple of Ghost King Valley, and this is my junior sister, Fang Lan."
