With a single declaration.
The entire hall was shaken with shock and horror.
The eyes of the two heads seated alongside Featherfolk Yue likewise filled with astonishment.
Featherfolk Hui hurriedly looked toward the tall cultivator beside him, who had once also been a contender for clan chief—and had possessed even greater prospects than the two of them.
The strange look in the tall cultivator's eyes slowly faded, leaving only lofty distance and calm.
"Featherfolk Yue, what colossal nerve you have!"
A Great Saint abruptly rose to his feet, roaring in fury. Surging spiritual currents, like a rushing river of stars, sought to utterly shatter that motionless stubborn rock. Unfortunately, Featherfolk Yue was neither a stubborn rock, nor would he retreat so easily before a Great Saint.
His body did not move in the slightest.
"Who gave you the nerve?"
"There must be supporters behind you!"
"Foolish..."
"If the Ancestor's soul returns to the netherworld, how could our Featherfolk Clan remain a super first-class great clan?"
The Great Saints berated him one after another. Yet as they spoke, their voices gradually lowered, because they saw that even more Great Saints remained silent. Even Sixth Uncle, who now held authority, said nothing.
Only the other head, Featherfolk Hui, looked around in utter disbelief.
The fury in Featherfolk Hui's eyes seemed to blaze up from the Nine Netherworlds.
What enraged him was not Featherfolk Yue's insubordination or his deceiving Heaven and destroying his ancestors. It was that Sixth Uncle and Featherfolk Yue had joined hands without choosing him, even though both his strength and influence surpassed Featherfolk Yue's.
Featherfolk Yue was merely a junior managing the great clan's industries. What right did he have to undertake such a momentous affair?
Ancestor Featherfolk shifted his gaze to the silent Featherfolk Ying and slowly asked,