I Am the Clan Head

The Soul Douluo gave him a long look, then turned and left.

After he was gone, Shui Yuanbo sat alone in the main hall for a long time.

Not until midnight did he suddenly rise, walk to the ancestral hall in the rear courtyard, and offer incense to the ancestral tablets.

The incense blazed fiercely, smoke drifting upward.

Facing the tablets, Shui Yuanbo spoke softly, his voice so low it seemed like he was talking to himself. "Some foundations are worth keeping as memories. Letting them go is the only way to survive."

Early the next morning, the clan council convened in the main hall.

The Shui Clan's rules dictated that councils were held on the first and fifteenth of every month, with all clan elders and key decision-makers required to attend.

Though today was neither the first nor the fifteenth, everyone was on high alert.

Because before dawn, Shui Yuanbo had sent someone to ring the great bell in the ancestral hall nine times in succession. Nine rings signified a clan order; anyone absent would be expelled from the clan.

Twenty-one clan elders, seventeen stewards, Shui Yuanming, and his three sons packed the main hall.

Shui Yuanming sat in the first seat on the left, with his eldest son, Shui Linchuan, standing behind him.

Shui Linchuan was twenty-eight years old and a fifty-first-rank Soul King, considered one of the finest among the younger generation.

He had inherited the Cold Pool Flood Dragon Martial Soul of Shui Yuanming's branch. Though its quality was inferior to Shui Bing'er's Ice Phoenix, it still ranked among the top ten in Element City.

After all, while the Shui Clan's Martial Souls were all water-related, they actually came in many varieties.

It was not uncommon for a son's Martial Soul to differ from his father's.