CHAPTER 317: MO JIAN AND THE FROST MOON SECT MASTER.

Present Day

Mo Jian sat in his office, lost in thought. The news he had received from the ancient Qiu clan’s ancestors was not encouraging.

He had believed the prideful ancient clans could hold back the Evil Sects, but he was wrong. They were on the verge of defeat.

It was right that he hadn’t depended on them to save them, he thought, tapping the wooden table gently as he planned his next course of action.

"I bet those evil cultivators from the northern and central regions will already be on their way," he mused, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

"I should have hired Peak Golden Core Experts," he muttered, then shook his head and decided not to dwell on it any longer.

Now, they were not as helpless as before.

Although he did not want to use the Mystic Cannon against a Peak Golden Core Expert, if they came, he would have no choice but to use it.

Just as he was contemplating how to handle the incoming storm, a light knock came from the door.

Without raising his head, he said, "Come in."

Creak!

The door opened, and Zhao Tian stepped in. "Young Master, the four leaders are here to see you."

When Mo Jian heard this, he knitted his brows for a moment before a slow, knowing smile crept onto his face.

"Very well. I’ll join them shortly," he replied.

Inside the conference room, the four leaders sat quietly, their eyes darting toward the entrance from time to time.

The Frost Moon Sect Master wore a cold expression, but in her eyes there were slight traces of unease.

It was her mistake that had brought them here, and if they failed to resolve the misunderstanding, she knew the other three leaders wouldn’t hesitate to throw her under the bus.

She might not have cared before, but with the current state of the continent, that would leave her and her sect vulnerable.

Creak!

The door to the conference room opened again, and Mo Jian walked in. He wore a cold, distant expression.

"Young Master..." the four leaders called in unison as they rose to their feet, cupping their fists to show respect.

"Please sit," Mo Jian announced, taking his seat at the main chair.

They nodded and sat down, exchanging subtle glances before their eyes settled on the Frost Moon Sect Master.

"Young Master, please pardon my unruly behavior," the Frost Moon Sect Master began, rising and bowing deeply.

"I don’t know what came over me. But please forgive me."

Mo Jian barely spared her a glance before turning his attention to the three leaders.

Seeing this, everyone knew he was not inclined to listen to a mere apology. The three leaders sighed heavily, realizing things were already spiraling out of control.

The Frost Moon Sect Master knew this but did not know what else to do. She bit her lip tightly, swallowed her pride, and remained silent for a moment.

She would have used her status to pressure him, but she knew that would be futile. She wouldn’t even know how her sect would survive if she tried it.

"Young Master...," she began.

"Let’s not discuss that for now," Mo Jian sharply cut her off.

"We have more urgent matters to discuss." He spoke seriously.

Listening to him, the four leaders straightened their backs and fixed their gazes on him with grave expressions.

"I just received news from the central region," he began, his voice low and grave.

"The central region is barely hanging on. If things persist as they are, the region might fall completely into the hands of the Evil Sects in a matter of days."

Huh!

Everyone in the conference room sucked in a sharp breath. This was bad news. Their fear had previously been focused on the Northern region, but now...

How could the central region fall into the Evil Sects’ hands?

This was the baffling question on all four leaders’ minds. To them, the central region was a place where many powerhouses hid.

It was the heart of the continent, and now it appeared that it might fall into the Evil Sects. What would happen to them if the central region fell?

None of the leaders dared to continue that train of thought. Even thinking about it sent a shiver down their spines.

"We don’t have to care about the central region," Mo Jian said, his voice bringing everyone’s attention back to him.

"Our main priority is to secure the border. I believe the Evil Sects would have realized by now that their plans in both of our regions have failed. Thus, they would send a more powerful force."

"Therefore, before they catch us off guard, we must be prepared and stop them at the border. As long as we can prevent them from entering our region, everything will be fine," he concluded.

Huh!

The leaders recovered quickly from their shock, and the Nine Mountain Sect Master asked, "Young Master, you mean we should build a wall at the border?"

"If that is your choice, yes. But I’d recommend you move quickly. Half of the region’s forces should be stationed there," Mo Jian answered.

"Young Master, how long do you think we have?" the Governor asked.

"I don’t know, but it can’t be more than five days."

Huh!

Five days at most.

"Thank you, Young Master. We will be going now," the Wind Spirit Sect Master announced, and the others rose to their feet.

They paid their respects and rushed out of the conference room, not glancing at the Frost Moon Sect Master.

Right now, no one cared about her situation. Besides, there was nothing they could do about it.

Mo Jian turned his gaze toward her. "Why aren’t you going?"

The Frost Moon Sect Master stared at Mo Jian and replied, "Young Master, you know it is impossible for me to leave without you accepting my apology."

"Oh?"

"I know I have trespassed beyond my boundary, but that has always been an old habit of mine. Please be magnanimous and forgive me this once."

Mo Jian studied her intently. He knew she was beautiful and alluring, but her cold aloofness acted like a shield around her.

"Forgiving you is easy, but I want to understand why you do this."

She bit her lip and averted her gaze. She had led an all-female sect for many years and had never respected anyone. It had always been the other way around.

Even the Governor and the two sect masters were her equals. Since Mo Jian’s arrival, however, things had begun to change.

She despised men deeply. Even though Mo Jian was much younger than her, that repulsion toward men had never diminished. She could not accept being ordered by a man.

Additionally, she carried the grudge from their first meeting. She merely wanted to test him and slowly assert her authority again, proving she was above him.

But everything had backfired.

Mo Jian was unlike any young man she had ever known. He was talented and incredibly wealthy. Moreover, their survival depended on him.

Looking at her, Mo Jian could not read what was going on in her mind, but he could guess.

"Kneel..." He commanded.