"Let's ask Senior Pu to observe a while longer."
Chen Yan shook his head.
Building a force capable of rivaling a cultivation sect on Glazed Mountain's level was never a great undertaking that could be accomplished overnight.
It required time. It required foundations.
How precious was the core of a tenth-realm great demon? Chen Yan did not believe a wastrel young master like Wei Yang was worth it.
But naturally, he would not speak too absolutely.
Because Chen Yan knew how to put himself in the proper position. He was well aware of exactly what he was doing.
The true decision-making power still had to remain in Pu Wenyu's hands.
Li Residence.
The Council Hall on the eastern side of the estate.
Li Chunfeng sat in the seat of honor, dressed in a seemingly plain dark gray Daoist robe. Yet upon closer inspection, one could see that every stitch of the robe had been placed with perfect precision, exquisitely crafted.
In the center of the Council Hall lay a huge piece of red cloth.
No one knew what object was covered beneath it.
But they could guess.
As of last night, that huge red cloth had not been placed here.
Everything had happened early this morning.
More than a dozen core members of the Li Family entered the Council Hall one after another, taking their seats along either side of the chamber.
Their gazes fell upon Li Chunfeng, who was resting with his eyes closed.
The expressions on the faces of these core Li Family members were all different, as though each harbored thoughts of their own.
Some looked calm, some sorrowful, while others appeared deeply resentful.
"Greetings, Family Head."
Then, the core members of the Li Family all respectfully cupped their hands toward Li Chunfeng.
"Mm."
Li Chunfeng