Xun'er's Mother?!

After seeing Tong Xuan off, an old man in white robes slowly entered the room. When he saw the gloomy expression on the young woman's face, he could not help but let out a faint sigh.

"Miss."

The White-robed Elder spoke softly.

"Ah."

Xun'er suddenly snapped out of her daze. Upon seeing who it was, her tightly wound body relaxed slightly, and she forced a smile. "Elder Lin."

She took a deep breath, and her expression gradually returned to calm. Apologetically, she said, "I was lost in thought earlier and delayed things somewhat. I hope Elder Lin will forgive me."

Seeing her forcing herself to endure, Elder Lin could not help shaking his head. He casually shut the door, then walked over with his back bent.

"Even if there is resentment in your heart, if you wear out your body, it will all be nothing but empty talk." He sat down with a chuckle. "Miss is in the prime of her youth. Do not learn from those old men."

"But isn't all my effort now just empty talk as well?" Xun'er laughed at herself.

"I thought that by establishing the Ancient Assembly, I could make those old fellows face the continent's situation head-on. Yet I never imagined they would be so stubborn and foolish. Even when the traces of cooperation between Danta and the Soul Hall were laid before them, they treated it as nothing more than one of my jokes!"

"Rather than calling it a joke, it would be more accurate to say that those old relics of the Elder Council simply never regarded the fallen Danta as worthy of notice. Instead, they chose to cooperate with a Yao Clan that was strong on the outside but weak within!"

Xun'er's gaze was dark, filled with a cold severity utterly