Yang Jing, the Jiang Family Third Elder, and Li Tieyun passed through several courtyards and arrived at the main hall of the River Gang Stronghold.
The hall was brightly lit. Beside a large, square table stood several Grandmaster's Chairs. The air was filled with the faint, bitter aroma of tea, but it couldn't suppress the palpable tension.
They took their seats, and Li Tieyun personally poured hot tea for Yang Jing and the Third Elder.
The Jiang Family Third Elder picked up his teacup but didn't drink, his brow tightly furrowed. "To be frank, Young Hero Yang, of the men my Jiang Family sent, two have already fallen to that culprit. Fortunately, three others managed to escape when I arrived just in time. They even traded blows with him."
This caught Yang Jing's attention, and he quickly pressed, "Oh? Did they get a clear look at his face? What about his strength?"
'This is the most crucial information right now.'
