Ye Cang was the ruler of the Night Dynasty and wielded the most authority. No matter what decision he made, they would have to obey. Only he could deal with this matter; perhaps he had some way of dealing with this crisis.
After all, Ye Cang had that mysterious faction supporting him. Just that mysterious cloaked figure was already obscenely powerful; all of them here could be killed by him without any resistance.
Right now, their only hope was that mysterious faction. However, the key question was whether or not they would be willing to help. If they abandoned the Night Dynasty, the Night Dynasty had no chance at surviving and would be destroyed by the allied factions.
Zhao Fu sat expressionlessly, seemingly lost in his thoughts.
Everyone turned to look at the cloaked figure standing next to him. Everyone felt incredibly cautious around this person because if they carelessly offended him, they would die.