Although Feng Ling did not understand why Meng Zhao had brought this up, he still nodded and said,
"That is correct. It is true. Back then, our Tiantian Clan was one of those who opposed forging the Supreme Scepter. The main reason was that, using our Tiantian Divine Ability, our clan had discovered that several major figures from the top powerful clans among the Hundred Clans did not agree with the proposal.
Naturally, our clan did not wish to expend the blood essence of our prodigies and the fortune of our people."
Meng Zhao then asked,
"Then among those clans that opposed forging the Supreme Scepter, were there also the White Bone Clan, Siming Clan, Feather Clan, and Three-Eyed Divine Clan that Clan Chief Feng mentioned earlier?"
If Meng Zhao's earlier words had still seemed shrouded in mist, this question immediately made Feng Ling and Zhao Rulíng realize his intent.
He suspected that the Supreme Scepter's passage through the hands of different clans had not necessarily occurred naturally. It was very likely a conspiracy—perhaps intended to make up for the deficiency of the thirty-four clans that had not agreed to forge the Supreme Scepter back then.
In particular, the chief of every clan that held the Supreme Scepter would suffer calamity, making the Supreme Scepter's ill omen all the more apparent.
This was not a matter of bringing misfortune upon its owner. It was more like a conspiracy to usurp blood essence and fortune.
After all, a clan chief was most likely the strongest member of the clan. Their strength, foundation, bloodline, and even fortune were all closely tied to their people.
A stone table beside Feng Ling cracked with a series of sharp sounds, splitting into countless fissures. The next instant, it exploded with a boom into stone powder