Dust Settles, and the Young Clan Leader

"Next, Vein Master Wu Chang, you must carefully consider the vote in your hands..."

Lin Langtian lightly tapped his fingers against the table, his gaze resting on the Red Skirt Beauty in the corner as he spoke calmly.

Hearing this, Wu Chang lightly bit her red lips with her silver teeth, and a trace of hesitation appeared in her beautiful eyes.

Only after Lin Langtian said this did she recall that Wu Xiu was not someone who accepted losses easily. Within the Seven Fiend Black Golden Crow Clan, no one had ever managed to take advantage of Wu Xiu.

Though Wu Xiu's words sounded pleasant now, if he truly became the Vein Master of the Seven Fiend Black Golden Crow Clan, whether he would honor his promises or harbor resentment toward the Moon Vein was difficult to say.

"Vein Master Wu Chang, don't listen to his nonsense. I, Wu Xiu, always keep my word and honor my promises. As long as you vote to support me as the next clan leader, forget one Senyan Mountain—even half the resources of my Lin Vein can be ceded to your vein."

Wu Xiu's expression was extremely ugly at this moment. He shot Lin Langtian a cold glance, then quickly turned to Wu Chang and spoke.

Yet upon hearing Wu Xiu raise the stakes again, even offering half of the Lin Vein's resources, Wu Chang was not tempted. Instead, her heart grew even heavier.

The cultivation resources of half the Lin Vein were not so easy to take. In Wu Chang's eyes, this was a hot potato. Even if Wu Xiu kept his promise and the Moon Vein truly accepted it, the only result would be the Lin Vein's resentment. The Moon Vein would then find it impossible to move forward within the Seven