News of Boyd's death spread to the clan's leadership in a very short time.
Though Barbary had acted quickly, the commotion at the Boyd Clan still drew the attention of many members. In the end, when clan members discovered Boyd's body, the entire clan was thrown into an uproar.
In the clan's main hall, Patriarch Jerome sat at the head of the round table, his expression grave. His gray-white robe hung loosely from his shoulders, and five elders sat around the table, each wearing a different expression.
The Boyd Clan was now facing the greatest crisis in its history. Their ancestor, Boyd—the clan's only Seven-Star Demon—had fallen.
The clan grounds were now rife with panic. Some clan disciples were even taking advantage of the chaos to flee, making an already disorderly situation even worse.
"Elders, speak up. What should the Boyd Clan do now?"
Jerome placed a Spatial Ring on the table and spoke calmly, seeming utterly unruffled, as if a mountain could collapse in front of him without changing his expression.
"What should we do? What else can we do? Keep the news under wraps and discuss it carefully. Patriarch, hand over the clan's Inkstone first."
A black-robed old man sitting beside Jerome snorted and spoke as if it were only natural.
The old man was named Jade Boyd, the Boyd Clan's Grand Elder. He was a peak Six-Star Demon, second only to their ancestor, Boyd. He normally stayed out of clan affairs, but his standing was higher than the patriarch's.
"Exactly. Even though our ancestor is gone, we can't panic. We have to shoulder the clan's responsibilities. Patriarch, hand over the clan's wealth first, and we'll discuss what to do next."
The Second Elder to the right stroked his beard and spoke casually.
One by one, the elders