"Lin Yun, are you sure the Sword God Lin Clan can hand him directly over to me? Do you currently hold overwhelming authority in the ancestral clan hall?"
Chi Hun slightly raised his head. His black eyes, devoid of whites, resembled an ink-dark sea gathered from countless drops, seemingly without the slightest emotion.
"Uh..."
Lin Jie took over, saying, "Realm King, that will probably depend on the specific circumstances. If that kid stubbornly insists it had nothing to do with him, then given his recent performance, there may be quite a few people in the Lin Clan who want to protect him."
"Furthermore, after that misty beehive appeared, it had already forced the disciples to slaughter one another. If every one of those killings is to be settled, then the Infinitum Dojo will never be able to sort out the accounts..."
"So without sufficient evidence, it truly would be somewhat difficult to handle openly."
He actually had quite a headache.
Lin Yun and Lin Wuyi had both been blindly kissing up to him without any basis—one was a muddle-headed old fool, the other a sharp-tongued woman.
"Lin Feng is merely a junior and not difficult to deal with in himself, but he happens to be Lin Xiao's grandson. Furthermore, he performed exceptionally in the Lesser Realm King Ranking battle. The old faction's prestige is currently rising, and with the Forest Sword emerging, if we deal with Lin Feng without any reason, it may provoke dissatisfaction among all the Lin Clan disciples, thereby affecting the situation of cooperation between our two clans."
These words should not have been spoken at this time.
If Lin Yun and the others had not started spouting nonsense first, Lin Jie would not have needed to hurriedly explain himself.
"Fine, so my son died for nothing