The inner courtyard fell inexplicably quiet for a moment.
Just before Luo Fengge appeared, the ones complaining endlessly had mostly been the juniors. Scarcely any clan heads and elders with true seniority had worn their inner thoughts upon their sleeves.
Except for Ning Yanche.
That middle-aged scholar, who appeared gentle and refined in temperament, had carried an unfathomable gloom on his face from the very moment he stepped into the Luo Residence.
Because his daughter had gone out to clear her mind and had yet to return.
Luo Fengming had stirred up the conflict between the waters and the Heavenly Demon Mansion, leaving Ning Qingzhi's safety impossible to guarantee. Whether as a father or as a clan head, he certainly had no pleasant expression to spare.
Yet gloom was gloom; upon hearing Luo Fengge's phrasing, Ning Yanche's eyes slowly narrowed. Not only did he fail to turn his anger to joy, but a strange ripple welled up within his pupils.
Conversely, the elders of the remaining lineages all heaved a sigh of relief.
That bastard prodigal Luo Fengming had used his life as a price to drag the entire Heavenly Demon Mansion into the muddy quagmire.
Fortunately, his younger brother was still somewhat sensible, holding back the hatred in his heart and offering all the lineages a step down.
Only the direct lineage of the Luo Family possessed the qualification to speak, temporarily laying this matter aside without ruining the laws and rules of the mansion.
"Sigh."
Quite a few people put on a show of sighing, and the gazes they cast toward Luo Fengge held a great deal more admiration.
Those who understood the grand picture were always the most reassuring.
Neither were the others heartless wretches; since this young man was willing to make a sacrifice, he naturally