All in all, any such blueprint tended toward conservatism. Yet recent events, and certain people, represented radicalism, risk, danger, and absurdity.
It was like a thorn lodged in many hearts.
Many who could already live well truly did not wish to take risks. Only those who wanted to change the status quo would brave danger and stake everything on a single throw!
Several more days passed!
The so-called millennium blueprint appeared more complete now, with many new provisions that most people could accept. Yet the expressions of certain people only grew colder.
That thorn was embedded at the very heart of the blueprint.
For now, people could not see any hope of it turning into a blazing sun and illuminating the blueprint. All they could see was that it would destroy it.
Finally...
As this millennium clan assembly neared its end, a young man stood up.
The young man spoke, while the true instigator remained behind the scenes. This was a classic way of raising an objection.
Young people could make mistakes. Those with status could not.
This young man was An Qing's son, An Tianqi!
The one who had just received five hundred thousand Nebula Sacrifices.
After rising, he first kowtowed to the Clan Emperor, then bowed to the Third Granduncle, Sixth Grandaunt, An Luan, and the other uncles and elders on either side.
People anticipated what was coming. The entire Imperial Gate fell into deathly silence in an instant.
An Tianqi took a deep breath, braced himself against the tremendous pressure, and said, "As this assembly is about to conclude, this junior, An Tianqi, has something to say. It concerns the An Clan's reputation and future, and I must speak of it. I ask the elders for forgiveness."
An Luan glanced at him. Seeing that the Clan Emperor