Inside the old arena conference room, Mo Jian sat in the main seat and looked calmly at the people seated before him.
His gaze was steady and composed, yet it carried a quiet authority that made everyone present straighten their backs unconsciously.
"How is the plan proceeding?" he asked in a measured tone.
"Everything is going according to plan," Elder Bai Delan responded, a faint smile playing on his lips.
His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he spoke.
Not only him, but all the seniors seated in the room wore similar expressions. Their faces reflected a mixture of relief, admiration, and excitement.
They had already prepared themselves for a life and death struggle against all the major forces in the city.
However, none of them had expected Mo Jian to take such an unconventional path.
Instead of confronting their enemies head on, he had chosen a method that was subtle, invisible, and devastating.
