Who do we Choose?

The night was exceedingly beautiful. The clear, bright moonlight shone onto the space outside the window of Xu Yi's little abode, painting an image of cool elegance. However, as the same moonlight shone onto the Black Dragon Hall's dim meeting hall, it added a hint of ghostly eeriness.

At first, the lamps in the great hall were all lit. Hundreds of lamps made of tinted glass within the domed roof lit every corner of the magnificent hall.

But then, Ma Wensheng dashed into the extremely sombre meeting hall, went right up to Hall Master Wan Youlong's side, and whispered into his ear.

With a single fist, Hall Master Wan smashed the round table next to him into pieces. It was a table forged out of purple gold. He shouted angrily at the heavens with a roar as loud as a dragon's. The hundreds of glass lamps shattered into pieces, causing the meeting hall to turn dark.