To An Ning, the rest of the Lineage assembly was dull and tedious.
These so-called reports were nothing more than claiming credit and fighting for resources for the next millennium. For this, the various branches—even the different houses and families within each branch—argued until their faces turned red and their ears burned.
On the main branch's side, the Lineage Emperor's children had no need to fight. It would have been beneath their dignity, and any competition between them should not be laid bare in public. Otherwise, it would be the Lineage Emperor who lost face.
Among the main branch, the Lineage Emperor's children held private gatherings every century. Those secret occasions were when they truly crossed swords.
Thus, as An Ning watched the disputes among the other An Lineage branches, she felt rather relaxed. The more fiercely they fought, the more they seemed to forget about her Star Soul Illumination—and Li Tianming.
"They're settling the accounts for the past millennium now. Tianming was still young during those thousand years. But later, when they formulate the grand plan for the next millennium, someone may well bring him up..."
The more An Ning looked at the Star Soul Illumination in her hand, the more uneasy she became. She always felt that Grandfather the Lineage Emperor had some other intention she could not see.
"Fifth Uncle, Seventh Uncle, and their families and children must feel terribly unbalanced. Then they'll take their anger out on me."
"Of course, the most dissatisfied person may be Father's eldest brother, An Luan..."
An Ning secretly glanced at An Luan, seated at the very head. He sat upright and solemn, listening attentively to the reports from every branch, while someone beside him recorded everything.
With such bearing, he was plainly the confirmed choice for the next Lineage Emperor.