"Lu Yuan, a junior, has come to visit the Floating Tu Ancient Clan!"
"..."
"Lu Yuan, a junior, has come to visit the Floating Tu Ancient Clan!"
"..."
"Lu Yuan, a junior, has come to visit the Floating Tu Ancient Clan!"
"..."
Smack!
Inside the Floating Tu Ancient Clan.
Within the main hall.
A palm slammed hard onto the table.
The teacups on the table trembled precariously, nearly toppling over.
A little tea even splashed out.
Following the sound, everyone saw an old man with white hair and beard. A scar ran from his temple to his eye socket, splitting his left eyebrow in two. His face was ashen as he looked dissatisfiedly toward the seat of honor.
Seeing that no one else in the hall spoke.
To be honest.
He hesitated inwardly for a moment.
After all, everyone knew that those who stuck their necks out rarely ended well. Even if they did, they could not gain anything from this matter.
To put it bluntly, there was no upside.
It was simply a thankless task.
Regardless of the nature of the matter.
Yet, after thinking it over carefully, he still felt that he could not tolerate this silence. He was even ashamed of it. Thus, though he knew that speaking now would make him the one sticking his neck out—perhaps even a fool charging ahead blindly—he still spoke without regard for the consequences. "Qing Qing Cang, I can understand that you have objections to him. But as the clan leader of our Futu Clan, you ought to distinguish between public and private matters... Fine, let us take a step back. Even if you cannot separate public and private matters, this matter can be approached from either angle. Public and private interests can indeed be mixed here... But the man