In the dining room of the Xu Mansion.
A dozen people gathered around, and the round table was filled with a variety of delicacies, looking very sumptuous.
However.
The Xu Mansion did not have the festive atmosphere of the New Year.
Instead, it was shrouded in a tense mood.
"Dad, why don't you call that person and ask if he's become the head of The Outer Eight Sects?" Xu Shaochun, weakly sitting in a wheelchair, suggested.
Xu Qingsong chuckled, "No need to call. I sent ten grandmaster-level experts to escort him, and given his exceptional Gu Art, he's bound to become the leader of The Outer Eight Sects."
Regarding Tan Shou, he was full of confidence.
That was also his last hope.
"Master, something happened!" The elderly butler rushed over in a panic and whispered in Xu Qingsong's ear, "A severely injured person appeared outside, and it seems he is about to die. However, he said he wants to see you."
Xu Qingsong frowned, showing displeasure, "Who is it?"
