Only after a long while did Murong Yuantian quell the fury in his heart.
Even then, his expression remained utterly grim.
Below him, there was dead silence. No one dared utter a word.
Just then, Murong Yuantian felt the Sound Transmission Token in his robes vibrate.
When he took it out, he discovered that Ximen Tiankuang was contacting him.
After a moment's thought, he infused it with spiritual energy.
Ximen Tiankuang's voice came through. "Brother Murong, how have you been lately?"
Murong Yuantian smiled. "Not bad. But what wind has blown you my way, Brother Ximen?"
Ximen Tiankuang fell silent for a moment. "Then I won't beat around the bush. You should already know what happened in the Heavenly Mandate Selection Arena."
"So?" A gleam flickered in Murong Yuantian's eyes.
Ximen Tiankuang immediately laid out the plan he had received, which had already been discussed and agreed upon.
Once the plan had been laid out, the entire hall fell silent. A gleam flickered in quite a few people's eyes.
When Murong Yuantian failed to respond for a long time, Ximen Tiankuang asked, "Brother Murong, what will you do?"
Murong Yuantian drew a deep breath. "I need to discuss this with the clan elders."
"Of course, but we don't have much time left," Ximen Tiankuang said, taking a deep breath.
Murong Yuantian said, "I'll give you an answer within half a day, whatever the outcome."
"Very well. I'll await your good news, Brother Murong."
With that, Ximen Tiankuang ended the connection.
Murong Yuantian put down the Token and looked at the people below. "You all heard that. What do you think?"
The elders exchanged glances.
Murong Yuanchen spoke first. "I think making the same mistake once is enough. There's no need for us to sink any deeper."
"Our wrongdoing is different