"So what exactly do you mean, you old fossil?"
"Put aside our grudges?"
"Our two clans are sworn enemies. It may be just a sentence, but the grudges accumulated over countless years cannot be set aside so easily."
Ning Po, the chief of the Mystic Soul Dragon Clan, cast a glance at the old man in the distance and spoke blandly.
"Heh... This old man knows you think the same way I do. You've had enough too, haven't you?"
"It's just that you sit too high up and can't bring yourself to lower your head. Since you can't swallow your pride, then let this old man raise the matter and lay it out in the open."
Luo Yan stroked his beard and chuckled.
"What you and I say doesn't count. So what exactly do you mean?"
"We're all sitting here. If you have something to say, say it plainly. Don't beat around the bush."
Ning Po slowly straightened up, the disdain on his face fading into seriousness.
"This old man's meaning is very clear: put aside the grudges."
"This old man will not force the matter of repairing our relationship. I only want our two clans to develop separately from now on, without making trouble for one another."
"Whoever dares to provoke the other first shall be punished."
"The grudges between our two clans have buried far too many outstanding juniors. If this continues, it will do neither you nor me any good."
As his words fell, the great hall sank into utter silence.
Ning Po's expression did not change, nor did it become particularly unsightly.
His fingers tapped against the table now and then as his eyes slowly closed.
Throughout the entire hall, only the crisp sound of fingers drumming on the table remained.
"Grudges are not so easily