Ancient Clan, Ancient Realm.
With a loud bang, a huge palm print was instantly stamped into the Elder Council's round table, which had stood unmoved for countless years.
"This is utterly outrageous!"
An energetic old man rose to his feet, his face full of fury as he shouted, "They killed our Heavenly Prodigy and stole our slot. Does the Xiao-Soul Alliance think the Ancient Realm is their own backyard?!"
"Elder Gu Xin is absolutely right."
Elder Tong Xuan stood as well and echoed, "In this old man's view, the Xiao-Soul Alliance's wolfish ambitions have already been laid bare. If our clan continues to stand by and do nothing, then once the Heavenly Tomb expedition ends, all the crimes that originally belonged to the Soul Clan will be pinned on the Ancient Clan!"
At those words, everyone around the round table darkened. They had clearly been angered to the extreme as well.
During this period, the Ancient Clan's reputation had suffered a devastating blow.
Because of the Coming-of-Age Ceremony, the forces that had once subtly leaned toward the Ancient Clan had changed their stance with lightning speed and returned to neutrality.
As for those forces that had already been wary of the Ancient Clan, while they had not completely turned against them, they had become exceedingly vigilant and fearful. Some had even moved their entire clans out of the Eastern Region!
Such losses could only be described as grievous.
"Hmph, and you people still have the nerve to speak?"
Just as Tong Xuan and the other man were vigorously stirring things up, an old voice full of mockery suddenly rang out.
Looking over, an elderly man dressed in a magnificent golden robe had slowly risen to his feet.
"You—"
Seeing the robe so utterly different from his own, Tong Xuan's expression