Just as Li Tianming strode toward the inner pavilion without a moment's hesitation, two stern, weighty words suddenly rang out from the entrance.
"Hold it."
The moment Li Tianming heard those words, his head began to ache.
Clearly, the better the ancestral spirit infusion was, the harder it would be to obtain. Even though Prince Anyang had acted swiftly, those with intentions had still caught the scent and come running.
And this time, it was the Young Clan Emperor, An Luan!
The supreme leader of the An Clan's next generation!
Li Tianming turned back and saw the man standing amid light and shadow in a black-and-gold dragon robe. He was like an enraged dragon bearing imperial might, his eyes deep and shadowed as they scrutinized them.
"Eldest Brother is so busy, yet you still had time to visit Anyuan Pavilion?" An Zhen said flatly, clearly rather surprised by his arrival.
"If I'd come back any later, you would have emptied out the family coffers."
From beginning to end, An Luan did not spare Prince Anyang a single glance. Instead, he "warned" his second brother, An Zhen.
But he did not pursue that topic further. Instead, he asked, "Is Father inside?"
"Father is currently studying souls in the inner pavilion," An Zhen nodded.
"Mm."
An Luan said nothing more and strode over, his presence imposing. Li Tianming could only step aside and let him enter the inner pavilion first.
"You wait outside," An Zhen said.
"Father, will this work out?" An Ning asked Prince Anyang.
Prince Anyang watched An Luan's retreating figure as he entered, then said calmly, "Since it was enough to bring him rushing back, there'll definitely be trouble. Still, let's hear what he has to say."
What he meant was that reason was on their side in every