"May I ask, sir, whence you come and why you slander our four families so?"
It was clear that the moment Duan Hong stepped onto the high platform, he had taken on the role of the Alliance Hierarch. After all, this was Xingnan Prefectural City, and it was also the headquarters of the Xiong Yun Gang. His standing on the stage to preside over the ceremony today was a sign that was obvious to anyone with eyes to see.
Today, Hou Yuxiao was dressed in plain light blue clothes, and the people he brought from the Hou Clan numbered only a few hundred, the fewest among the allies. This was a deliberate attempt to appear inconspicuous.
Indeed, since his arrival, few attendees directed their attention toward him—most were focused on Pingtian Gate and the Xiong Yun Gang.
