"Not satisfied? Then reject them in public. The Ancient Royal Clan—put nicely, they're a royal clan; put bluntly, they're nothing but a pack of homeless dogs."
Madam Mei sneered at those words, her tone brimming with contempt. It was as though she did not regard the Ancient Royal Clan at all.
"Good. With Mother saying that, I can rest easy."
Hearing this, Hong Batian immediately broke into a smile. This time, he could be as arrogant as he pleased. Ancient Royal Clan, your grandpa is here.
"Since that's the case, Mother, I'll take my leave first and make preparations for tomorrow."
Hong Batian bowed, while Madam Mei hurriedly waved her hand.
"Go on, go on."
Watching him go, Hong Batian left the hall step by step. Only after the doors to the great hall had completely shut did Madam Mei reveal a grave expression.
"You intend to make a move against the Ancient Royal Clan?"
At that moment, a voice echoed through the entire hall. Its source was the middle-aged man seated at the very top.
"The Ancient Royal Clan has sat high above others for far too long. They enjoy vast resources, yet cultivate nothing but a bunch of trash. They are no longer worthy of that position."
"If they obediently accept the Phoenix Clan's offer this time, then all is well. But if they refuse, it'll be time for me to stretch my muscles and bones."
Madam Mei sneered coldly. Seeing this, the middle-aged man above instinctively shrank his neck.
It was not that he feared his wife. It was that he could not beat her—not in any respect. He was utterly crushed by her.
The world said that he stood high above all, that no one in the entire Star River Cosmos could stand against him. Yet