Boundless Swordsea, Sword Soul Hall!
When everyone clearly saw, through the misty honeycomb image, that the five Dark Clan disciples and Lin Jianxing had all fused with green walnuts, the scene instead fell into a brief dead silence.
This was very strange!
Clearly, whether it was clan shrine elders like Lin Yun and Lin Jie, or pillars of the younger generation like Lin Xiaoyun and Lin Wuyi, they had all hoped to see this outcome.
Befriend the Dark Clan, suppress the old faction, the Taibei Dongshen Clan, the Light Spirit Devil Race... everyone would be happy!
Yet now, they were all silent, utterly unable to laugh.
Hah!
Among them, a Lin Clan powerhouse dressed in a pale gold robe stood up directly!
Without another word, he walked outside.
"Changkong! Wait!"
Lin Yun hurriedly rose to his feet and called out awkwardly.
"No need."
Lin Changkong had come to the Sword Soul Hall only after seeing Lin Linglin arrive at Lin Jianxing's side.
This had originally been an opportunity to forge goodwill.
Unfortunately, with matters having developed this far, these elders all understood perfectly well.
Where was the kinship? Where was the affection?
"From the younger generation to the Lin Clan's reforms, it is all nothing but a struggle for profit."
Lin Changkong sighed, never looking back as he stepped out of the Sword Soul Hall.
Lin Yun and the others followed him for a few steps, but eventually stopped.
The old man's expression was ugly. He sat down heavily and said, "Jianxing did nothing wrong. The only problem is that there were only six walnuts. If there had been seven, it would have been perfect."
"Uncle Yun, look on the bright side. There are not so many situations in this world where one can have the best of both worlds.