Clan Leader Yao Wan

Old Man Shennong's tone inevitably carried a hint of emotion. He then looked at the silent Yao Wan Huo and said, "Your Yao Clan escaped this calamity without disaster. For the Yao Clan, that should be a great blessing. Why are you making that expression?"

"The Yao Clan has just suffered a great catastrophe. How could you expect me to be happy?"

Yao Wan Huo's reply made Old Man Shennong shake his head. That was not what he had meant, but explaining it was rather headache-inducing.

"I see you were quite at ease letting that old fellow Yao Dan perform a one-man show up there, weren't you?"

Old Man Shennong said instinctively. Yao Wan Huo's brow twitched almost imperceptibly, but he replied, "This matter cannot be resolved unless the Clan Leader speaks. It was simply so sudden that I had not expected it. We have considered stepping down and yielding the position to someone more worthy many times, but we still felt it was too early—"

"Yet we never expected..."

"Yao Dan would speak up at a time like this?" Old Man Shennong asked in a lowered voice.

"Precisely."

Yao Wan Huo frowned slightly before answering.

"It seems Yao Dan felt the time was finally ripe."

Old Man Shennong naturally understood who truly held authority in the Yao Clan, and who possessed the power to make such a decision.

The clan leaders of the Eight Clans mostly possessed such strength and authority. What they lacked was the resolve to see it through, and that resolve was surely not so easily made.

The great affairs of an entire clan—the future of a thousand years, even ten thousand years—were decided by a single thought of Yao Dan's at this very moment.

Even Yao Dan could not help feeling a faint unease. Yet