The Twelve Eagle Guards and Uncle Fu stood at the farthest end of the high platform, responsible for vigilance.
At this time, Peng Shizhong fixed his eyes on everyone present and began, "Everyone has arrived."
At one word, all fell silent, attentively looking at the group of people on the stage.
When Peng Shizhong was sure everyone's attention had centered on him, he continued, "Gentlemen, I am certain you've also heard about the crisis White Tiger Hall has recently faced, haven't you?"
"Mm, the rumors you've heard outside are all true. White Tiger Hall almost didn't make it through."
"But by the grace of our founding master, we managed to survive in the end, preserving the century-old foundation of White Tiger Hall. Moreover, we've taken a step further and secured the mining rights to the Nan Lake Salt Field, making White Tiger Hall even more powerful."
"All of this couldn't have been achieved without the help of all our brothers."
