Main City, Elder Council.
As the core of the Ancient Clan's power, this place was even more prosperous than the Clan Leader's residence. Countless magnificent buildings stood in rows, exuding an ancient and imposing air.
The hall was brightly lit. Around the enormous round table stood elderly figures like pillars, and the atmosphere was exceptionally oppressive and solemn.
"How is Xun'er doing?"
At one end of the round table, an old man in luxurious robes swept his gaze across the room and asked blandly.
"With the help of those allies from the Yao Clan, Miss's injuries have been temporarily stabilized. She should recover successfully before the Heavenly Tomb opens."
An elder spoke slowly, though his expression was particularly grave.
"Only stabilized?"
A trace of gloom flashed through the robed old man's eyes.
The Acquired Divine Grade bloodline was undoubtedly the greatest unexpected delight of this Coming-of-Age Ceremony for the Ancient Clan. They could even have cared less about the deaths of Yang Hao and the others.
But Xun'er's final actions had undoubtedly been the last straw, utterly dragging the Elder Council's dignity through the mud.
The robed old man snorted coldly and slammed his palm onto the table. He was clearly on the verge of flying into a rage.
In truth, not only him—even three-year-old children of the Ancient Clan knew that in this Coming-of-Age Ceremony, the Ancient Clan's painstakingly planned leading position had completely become a wedding dress for the Xiao and Soul Clans.
And the reason for it was actually two young juniors who had not even lived half a century!
For the Ancient Clan, which revered seniority, this was simply the greatest humiliation!
"The alliance agreement was destroyed, our Heavenly Prodigies were killed, and our elders were humiliated. Even Xun'er, the Young Master of the Ancient Clan,