The Great Elder's anger had truly been kindled. No one dared oppose his wishes.
The Holy Lord had spent years in secluded cultivation, so the Great Elder essentially represented the highest will of the Sacred Clan.
"Old Nine, don't sit there brooding. When it comes to this sort of thing, you still have to make the call. Since Third and Sixth are arguing so fiercely, there's no need to listen to their opinions. Say what you think. At a critical moment like this, why pretend to be deaf and dumb?"
The Great Elder directly called on the Ninth Elder.
When it came to resourcefulness, the Ninth Elder was renowned throughout the Sacred Clan. He was also the Great Elder's most trusted strategist.
The Ninth Elder cast a listless glance at the Great Elder, grumbling inwardly, That old fox. Whenever there's a job that'll make someone enemies, he always shoves me out front. Says I'm resourceful? That old fox is the real cunning old schemer.
In an instant, the Ninth Elder was in a foul mood.
He saw through the Great Elder far better than the other elders did.
This old man, who rarely made decisions by sheer authority, always managed to steer events toward the outcome he wanted.
He neither grew so powerful that he threatened his own position nor failed to unite this crowd of old men. In terms of political skill, all the men around this table put together couldn't match this old fellow, who seemed to know nothing but how to pound the table.
The Ninth Elder knew full well that the Great Elder could have engineered the situation before them. Otherwise, he had no need to insist that the Sixth Elder return.
The Great Elder clearly already had a plan in mind, yet insisted on making