"Watch your words, Clan Head!"
Han Youde's expression changed drastically.
He instinctively glanced around.
Only after confirming that no one was nearby did he relax.
Han Youde breathed a slight sigh of relief.
"Clan Head, those words could cost us our heads."
Han Tianli merely lifted his teacup and leisurely took a sip.
"Grand Elder, are you afraid?"
Han Youde opened his mouth.
After a long moment, he gave a bitter smile.
"It isn't death I fear."
"I fear that the Han Clan's centuries-old foundation will be ruined in our hands."
Silence fell over the stone pavilion.
Only the pot of spiritual tea continued to bubble and steam.
A long while passed.
Han Tianli set down his teacup.
"Grand Elder, how many years have the two of us been stuck at the threshold of innately great perfection?"
Han Youde's eyes dimmed.
"For me, two hundred and ten years."
"You reached it even earlier."
Han Tianli nodded.
He gazed north toward the imperial capital, a trace of resentment in his eyes.
"Over two hundred years. How many stretches of two hundred years does an Innate Realm cultivator have?"
Even at innately great perfection, their lifespan was only eight hundred years at most.
Half of theirs was already gone.
It sounded as though they still had plenty left.
But the older they grew, the more severely their blood and vitality declined, and the smaller their chances of breaking through to the Divine Mansion Realm became.
For instance.
Someone in the great perfection realm in the prime of life might have a twenty-percent chance of breaking through to the Divine Mansion Realm.
Someone nearing the end of their lifespan had less than a ten-percent chance.
"Grand Elder, we cannot wait any longer."
"If we keep waiting..."
Han Tianli's voice grew strained.
"The Han