"Li Tianming, as the An Clan's son-in-law, you are one of our own!"
"You represented the An Clan and won the opening banquet's betrothal gift for Xuanting. You have brought glory to our ancestors! Your deeds will leave a bold stroke in the genealogy of our An Clan's imperial bloodline!"
"Many people in high positions of power may not even get to leave their names in the genealogy as you have!"
"Glory to our ancestors! The An Clan's pride! Tell me, among the other imperial clans, who could defeat the second seat of the Divine Tomb Cult?"
No matter what, aside from the descendants of the clan emperor's first few children, Li Tianming had earned the recognition of the other An Clan members through his own performance twice in a row.
"Brother-in-law is amazing!"
Even a relatively quiet girl like An Qing was thrilled at this moment, celebrating alongside An Tianshu.
"Tianming is a role model for the young people of our An Clan." An Tianyin, from the clan emperor's second son's family, seemed to have been completely convinced as well, praising him.
Meanwhile, outstanding juniors from the An Clan's ancient rankings, such as An Tianyi, An Shuang, An Xuanming, and An Ruyan, had gathered together with calm expressions, though they were surely feeling quite uncomfortable inside.
"A role model for what?"
Suddenly, a discordant voice rang out, sharp at the edges.
Li Tianming looked toward the sound and discovered that the speaker was Mu Dongyuan. She seemed like a completely different person. Earlier, she had been playing the perfect good person beside An Xuetian, but now that her defenses had apparently shattered, she revealed her true face. With an iron-green expression, she stared at Li Tianming and said, "You struck so ruthlessly and severely wounded the beloved son of