The Lofty Imperial Daughter

An overwhelming pressure swept over Hun Miesheng's body.

As the true authority of the Elder Council, Hun Yuantian's methods and influence needed no elaboration. Even though Hun Miesheng was the master of the Soul Cutting Hall, he was far from comparable to him.

Within the Soul Clan, the Elder Council was nearly as vital as its lifeblood. It held the supreme authority to decide whether Saint-tier experts could advance. Other than the Clan Leader and Nihility Devouring Flame, it needed answer to no one.

It could be said that the true powerful figure backing Hun Feng was none other than the corpse-like old man before them.

The reason Hun Feng had been able to brutally slaughter the entire family of that Half-Saint clan elder who had severely wounded him was undoubtedly because this man had supported him.

At that thought, Hun Miesheng's expression gradually darkened.

If Hun Ruoruo did not exist, the Elder Council and the Clan Leader would naturally remain at peace. Yet now, Hun Feng, who represented the Elder Council, had his position threatened.

In other words, every variable rested on Hun Ruoruo alone!

Before knowing the attitudes of the Elder Council and the Clan Leader, any biased remark could invite unprecedented danger.

Even as the master of the Soul Cutting Hall, he absolutely could not bear such a risk.

"Cackle, cackle. Miesheng, this is merely a dispute between juniors. Why are you so concerned?" Hun Yuantian seemed not to notice his gloomy expression as he said with a faint smile, "Such a temperament is not something a hall master like you should possess."

Hun Miesheng's eyes flickered as he looked toward the head seat, only to see Nihility Devouring Flame resting his chin on his hand and watching him with equal interest.

"That's right, Yuantian is correct!"