Clan Hall.
Stone Statue Race martial artists streamed in one after another, numbering roughly a hundred.
The three standing at the very front were rather old, and the auras they exuded were powerful as well. At a glance, none of them seemed weak.
They were the Three Dukes.
Grand Tutor, Grand Preceptor, Grand Protector.
Their status within the Stone Statue Race was second only to the clan leader.
If one were to speak of seizing power through a coup, these three were undoubtedly the most dangerous.
Of course.
That was just a casual remark.
The Stone Statue Race had existed for so long, yet internal strife had never once occurred.
Although Jun Changxiao possessed a naturally punchable face, he was not so unfortunate as to trigger such a precedent.
Behind the Three Dukes stood the Nine Ministers. Though they also looked quite old, the auras they exuded were clearly a notch inferior.
As for the group at the very back, they had the air of civil and military officials.
"Greetings, Clan Leader!"
Everyone knelt in unison.
"Rise."
The Stone Statue Race clan leader wore an indifferent expression, fully displaying the absolute authority of a clan leader. It stood in stark contrast to her earlier warmth and kindness.
Jun Changxiao had been given a seat of his own. Sitting beside her, he carefully studied the Three Dukes at the front and secretly marveled, "Judging from their auras, they are actually no weaker than Master!"
If I became clan leader and brought them to the Upper Realm, wouldn't I be able to swagger sideways?
"Right."
The system said, "You haven't even ascended the throne, and you're already floating."
"Clan Leader."
The Grand Tutor, foremost among the Three Dukes, was also studying Jun Changxiao. He respectfully asked, "And this young friend is?"
"My