Zhuge Changsheng could not help drawing a deep breath, sighing inwardly.
From here on, the pressure on him would only grow greater.
The ten-day deadline was almost up. Even he could not help but dwell on it.
Zhuge Tianji took in Zhuge Changsheng's expression and spoke, "Patriarch..."
"Report... Lu Chen has arrived."
Just then, an urgent cry rang out, cutting off what Zhuge Tianji had been about to say.
Zhuge Changsheng's whole body shook violently. He immediately said, "Quick, bring him in."
Zhuge Tianji's expression darkened slightly, but he did not react too strongly.
He knew what was important and what was secondary.
Compared to anything else, he would rather see Chen Wen successfully refine the Nine-Tribulation Mad Demon Pill.
That way, he too would have a chance to obtain one.
As for the other elders, their eyes lit up as they looked toward the door.
At this moment, a trace of anticipation appeared in their eyes.
"Yes, Patriarch."
The person outside answered, then led Chen Wen in.
The instant Brother Lu stepped into the main hall, he immediately felt pair after pair of eyes fall upon him.
Those gazes carried scrutiny, suspicion, and curiosity.
He sensed goodwill among them, but also a measure of coldness.
Yet none of that mattered much to him anymore.
He had not come to the Zhuge Clan to beg. Why should he care about these people's expressions?
Chen Wen drew a deep breath, then said, "This junior, Lu Chen, greets Patriarch Zhuge and all the seniors."
The elders led by Zhuge Tianming nodded slightly.
Zhuge Changsheng laughed heartily. "Haha, sit down first. We can talk after."
"Alright."
Chen Wen answered and found a place to sit.
"Someone, serve tea."
Zhuge Changsheng gestured with his hand.
The maid at the side immediately poured Spiritual Tea