When Yi Suo heard Qu Jianlei's words, his expression changed again—an enemy spy's target was a magical artifact?
He was already over a hundred years old and had been clan head for more than thirty years. Logically, he had seen enough to avoid being easily frightened.
But the person informing him was a member of the renowned Digital Phantom, which naturally lent the words extra weight.
Moreover, they were discussing something that could determine the survival of the entire family, which also affected his reason and judgment.
After thinking for a moment, he spoke with difficulty. "Thank you for showing us mercy, but..."
"Digging up our ancestors' graves is also quite difficult for us descendants."
"Then pretend I was never here." Qu Jianlei stood up and spoke expressionlessly. "Farewell..."
Before he finished speaking, he had already vanished.
"Please wait, sir!" Yi Suo cried out in fright. "Everything can be discussed!"
He truly did not want to disturb his ancestors' graves, but that was undoubtedly not the whole reason, nor even the main reason.
In the end, the price of magical artifacts had already soared into the trillions. Who would not be tempted? Others saw that under Ya Yi'an's leadership, the family had achieved a leap in social standing, but who understood how difficult it was to maintain that standing? As clan head, Yi Suo knew the family's current situation all too well.
They were unlikely to decline too severely in the short term, but they also lacked the strength to expand.
Within the Core Circle, there were quite a few capable clansmen, but they had a plateau and no peak! Moreover, those clansmen had been away from the family for too long. The ties of blood had weakened somewhat, and some had even developed grudges against the main branch! If