Inside the reception hall of Tianshui Sect's temporary palace.
Lin Bai and Chen Yule drank their tea. With a smile spreading across his face, Lin Bai asked, "There are less than two years left until His Majesty the Chu Emperor's Birthday Celebration. I wonder if the Chen Family has made a decision yet?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Yule frowned slightly, and his expression suddenly darkened.
Before Chen Yule could answer, Chen Yun asked with a smile as beautiful as flowers, "I wonder what decision Saint Son Lin Bai wishes the Chen Family to make?"
Chen Yun spoke in a pleasant, melodious voice, but her tone remained sharp.
When she looked at Lin Bai, her eyes still held deep hatred and killing intent.
Clearly,
she still had not let go of the fact that Lin Bai had killed her husband.
Lin Bai smiled faintly and said, "Brother Chen, the rain is coming, and the wind is filling the tower. If one does not choose a shelter before the storm arrives, then no matter how large the Chen Family's ship is, it will probably still be smashed to pieces by the merciless storm at sea."
Chen Yule sighed softly and said, "How could I not know that?"
"But Brother Lin, although I am the Chen Family's Saint Son, I cannot make decisions for the Chen Family."
"Moreover, the Chen Family's Ancestor has already emerged from seclusion and is presiding over matters within the family. I can no longer get a word in edgewise."
Hearing that the Chen Family's Ancestor had emerged from seclusion to preside over matters, it seemed that the Chen Family also attached extraordinary importance to the Chu Emperor's Birthday Celebration.
It was not only the Chen Family's Ancestor who had emerged from seclusion. The ancestors of the Zhao, Li,