Thus, it was not hard to see from the demands above.
Although the Floating Tu Ancient Clan had yet to unify its internal opinions.
No matter which faction it was.
None of them could drag Qing Qing Cang down from the position of clan leader.
Those capable of doing so did not dare.
Those who dared lacked the ability.
Thus, the current progress was stuck here. The many elders below were arguing until they were red in the face, especially Qing Yan Jing's Aunt—or, more precisely, the group of elders led by Qing Yan Jing's Aunt—who were still switching sides, making the situation increasingly chaotic. Yet Qing Qing Cang, seated in the highest position, remained unmoved. He leisurely drank his tea, utterly unconcerned with the quarrel below. His overall reaction could be summed up in one phrase.
He took no stance!
Though from the perspective of avoiding suspicion.
Taking no stance was the right choice.
After all, Qing Yan Jing was his daughter.
And he was the clan leader of the Floating Tu Ancient Clan.
To prevent personal family feelings from affecting the Floating Tu Ancient Clan's major affairs, he weakened his own presence by remaining silent or giving perfunctory responses, reducing his influence over the meeting. It could be said that this was a flawless approach, both emotionally and logically. Although many who knew the truth would call him cold-blooded, and even members of the Floating Tu Ancient Clan would think him devoid of human warmth upon hearing this reason, no one could find any fault with him on the surface.
After all, what was public and what was private were two different concepts.
In public.
One should not speak words detrimental to unity.
But in private.
Under suitable circumstances.
One could speak from the heart.
And that was