The Destruction of a Clan

Ming Rengkun's current condition was much better than in the previous days. He had invited many healers, and it had a lot of effect on his recovery.

In the middle of the night, he sat on a chair, looking at the few people standing in front of him. They were the elders he sent to the Long clan. There was Ming Jingtian there too.

Elder Ming Shujian immediately came forward and handed him a black pouch that was tightly closed. "Clan Head, the snake is in this pouch. It still seems to have fainted."

Ming Rengkun immediately took over the black pouch. His hand touched the surface of the pouch from the outside. He could feel a small snake coiling within it.

The corners of his lips immediately lifted into a smirk. The snake was in a stupor. So he wasn't afraid.

"We've put a seal on it. However, if it's still not strong enough, you can add another seal," Ming Shujian said.

Ming Rengkun just smirked. Then he asked, "Is that woman against you?"