Fifteen minutes ago, while the tension in Larson City was still high, a group of cultivators gathered in a private residential building near the Larson family mansion. There were dozens of them, all dressed in black robes, their gazes directed toward a woman who stood at the forefront.
Carol, standing under the weight of their determined gazes, finally spoke.
"My friends, my brothers and sisters in arms, today is the day the Larson family pays for what they did to ours!" she shouted, her voice ringing out to ignite the spirits of her followers.
"For many years, we have endured the humiliation and slander to our family's name. Because of them, we cannot even use our family name. We cannot take pride in the name of Duclan, which was once our home and honor," Carol declared, her voice filled with emotion.
