Two days passed in a blink.
Early in the morning, those who had received the invitation letters from the Supremacy Alliance branch hall headed to the branch hall.
The Supremacy Alliance's branch hall in Kyoto was located in the southeast of the city, a long-established and massive estate.
From above, it resembled a grand royal garden, extremely magnificent.
At this moment, guests were arriving at the branch hall's entrance in an endless stream.
"Mo Rufeng, Sect Master of the Thunderclap Sect, is here to attend the ceremony."
"Ye Ji, Elder of the Crimson Serpent Sect, is here to attend the ceremony!"
Shouts echoed throughout the Supremacy Alliance's branch hall, and every guest attending the ceremony was of high status.
Ma Guotao and Sun Xuan were greeting guests, their faces beaming with smiles.
"Sect Master Mo, please take the honored seat."
Ma Guotao stepped ahead of Sun Xuan, welcoming Mo Rufeng.
Mo Rufeng smiled and said, "Elder Ma, you are radiant today. I see a joyous occasion is upon us."
"Hahaha," Ma Guotao chuckled, playing along. "Your words are auspicious, Sect Master Mo."
Sun Xuan also wore a smile. He knew Mo Rufeng supported Ma Guotao, but he couldn't afford to offend him.
"Elder Ye, please come inside to the honored seat." Sun Xuan greeted Ye Ji, who had come in with Mo Rufeng.
Just then, a voice announced from the entrance, "Patriarch Changsun Changkong of the Seven Great Clans of Kyoto is here to attend the ceremony!"
Sun Xuan and Ma Guotao hurried towards the entrance upon hearing this, greeting Changsun Changkong in unison, "Greetings, Patriarch Changsun."
Changsun Changkong, as the patriarch of one of the Seven Great Clans of Kyoto, held an extraordinary position in the city.
Even if he were not a martial artist or a cultivator, no one would dare to look down on him.
After all, the influence of the Seven Great Clans in Kyoto and even across China was immense.
"Hahaha," Changsun Changkong laughed heartily and said to the two, "Elder Ma, Elder Sun, it's been a while. You both still look as spirited as ever."
"Patriarch Changsun, please take the honored seat inside."
Ma Guotao and Sun Xuan ushered Changsun Changkong in, one after the other.
Changsun Changkong naturally appreciated the gesture and told them, "No matter which of you elders takes the position of steward of the branch hall today, it will be a great joy for the branch hall. Feel free to reach out if you ever need my help in the future."
"Patriarch Changsun, you are too kind."
The two spoke in unison.
Changsun Changkong nodded and headed towards the main table.
Ma Guotao glanced at Sun Xuan and said with a low laugh, "Sun Xuan, you can't compete with me today."
Sun Xuan retorted, "Ma Guotao, with the despicable deeds you've done, you don't deserve to sit in the steward's position."
Upon hearing this, Ma Guotao's expression turned cold. "Sun Xuan, don't be ungrateful and spout nonsense!"
"You know best what you've done," Sun Xuan was unafraid of Ma Guotao's threat. "Don't think I don't know about your secret meetings with those Japanese martial artists."
A hint of killing intent flashed in Ma Guotao's eyes, but he chuckled instead. "Sun Xuan, you need evidence to speak. Who can't make baseless accusations? I can just as easily say you've colluded with the Japanese to do unspeakable things!"
Sun Xuan let out a cold snort, dismissing Ma Guotao.
"Let's talk about something else. How many of the Seven Great Clans do you think will show up?"
Ma Guotao asked with a smile.
Although they had sent invitations to the Seven Great Clans, not all of them would attend.
In the vast city of Kyoto, perhaps only the Mountain River Platform could invite all of the Seven Great Clans simultaneously.
"Two or three clans, at most."
Sun Xuan replied coldly. He had no connections with the Seven Great Clans of Kyoto, having only met Changsun Changkong twice.
Changsun Changkong's attendance was somewhat unexpected for him.
"Yes, two or three clans, at most." Ma Guotao grinned smugly. "Then guess who Patriarch Changsun is here to support, you or me?"
Sun Xuan's face turned grim. Ma Guotao's words were too blatant.
It was a clear indication that Changsun Changkong would inevitably support Ma Guotao.
Sun Xuan knew his chances were slimmer than Ma Guotao's, but he had to fight for it; perhaps there would be a turning point.
At this moment, outside the branch hall.
As Ye Kunlun got out of the car, he saw Tang Zhuozhuo alighting from another car.
"Ye Kunlun."
Tang Zhuozhuo walked towards Ye Kunlun with a smile. "I thought the Supremacy Alliance wouldn't send you an invitation. I didn't expect the Supremacy Alliance to be the Supremacy Alliance, completely unafraid of offending the War Department."
By killing Zhou Lie, Ye Kunlun had naturally offended the War Department. Anyone who dared to associate with him would be seen as opposing the War Department.
Ye Kunlun replied indifferently, "If I told you that today's ceremony at the Supremacy Alliance is a Hongmen Banquet for me, would you still want me to enter this door?"
"Hongmen Banquet?" Tang Zhuozhuo's eyes sparkled with excitement upon hearing this. "Wouldn't that be even better? That would make it more interesting. I'd love to see you stumble."
As she spoke, Tang Zhuozhuo stepped forward and linked her arm through Ye Kunlun's. "It would be quite amusing if my fiancé, Tang Zhuozhuo's fiancé, were to be bullied."
Ye Kunlun tried to shake her off with disdain, but the girl clung to his arm tightly.
"What a pity," Ye Kunlun shrugged, looking provocatively at Tang Zhuozhuo. "You won't have that chance. However, you might have the chance to watch me effortlessly defeat them."
Tang Zhuozhuo showed a hint of curiosity. "What, you plan to make a move at the Supremacy Alliance's branch hall? There are many experts here, be careful."
Ye Kunlun shrugged and smiled. "As long as they don't provoke me, I'm just here for the meal."
With that, the two walked towards the entrance and presented their invitation letters.
"Miss Tang Zhuozhuo of the Tang family, one of the Seven Great Clans of Kyoto, is here to attend the ceremony!"
"Young Master Ye Kunlun of the Wujian Prison is here to attend the ceremony!"
The two announcements immediately drew the attention of the guests already seated, especially the words "Ye Kunlun," which captured everyone's gaze.
"The Supremacy Alliance is indeed the Supremacy Alliance. This Ye Kunlun killed Zhou Lie, offended the War Department, and I hear he also offended the Huang and Qiao families. Aren't they afraid of trouble?"
"What do you know? Perhaps these families are hoping Ye Kunlun comes so they can humiliate him during the ceremony today."
"That's true. It seems besides the ceremony today, there's another good show!"
The guests beyond the main table muttered amongst themselves.
At Changsun Changkong's table, Huang Huahou, Feng Zhan, and two other middle-aged men were seated.
Changsun Changkong, Huang Huahou, and Feng Zhan all wore different expressions, while the other two men showed some curiosity towards Ye Kunlun.
"Changsun Changkong, you seem to hold some animosity towards this person?" one of the middle-aged men, dressed in a white shirt, inquired.
Changsun Changkong smiled and replied, "Sect Master Mu, you jest. However, this person did injure two of my grandsons."
Changsun Changkong did not conceal the truth, as such matters were difficult to hide.
"I see," Mu Yumo smiled. "It seems we're about to witness a grand spectacle today. What do you think, Sect Master An?"
He then looked at the stoic man beside him.
"Whether it's a grand spectacle remains to be seen," An Sheng replied.
"Sect Master An, this is the individual who injured our two honored guests, Wang and Li," Huang Huahou reminded him.
"He was simply outmatched!" An Sheng remained impassive.
He was the Sect Master of the Lingnan Daoist Sect, and his presence in Kyoto was unexpected.
Huang Huahou chuckled awkwardly and said no more.
At the entrance.
"Elders, please carry on with your work. I'm here with my fiancé, so we can just find our own seats!"
Tang Zhuozhuo spoke first, addressing Ma Guotao and Sun Xuan as they approached.
Her words caused the two to have varied expressions.
Many also showed looks of shock.
When did Ye Kunlun become Tang Zhuozhuo's fiancé?