Ning Po stood in the main hall and drew a deep breath.
The moment he left the hall, records of their conversation would spread throughout the entire Eastern Region in an instant.
If he refused, he would bring a catastrophe of annihilation upon the Mystic Soul Dragon Clan, and he would have to bear this enormous blame squarely on his back.
If he agreed, he would be branded a coward by everyone in the clan. Either way, he would come out looking like neither man nor beast.
What the hell was there to talk about?
His eyes flickered incessantly.
He turned his gaze toward Ning Yi.
As he looked at Ning Yi, a glint flashed through his eyes.
But after thinking it over, he decided against it.
The child could not bear such an enormous burden.
If he dumped this burden on the child, he would only be cursed even more harshly when he returned.
He was the dignified clan chief, yet in the end he would make a child take the blame.
No, no.
He shifted his gaze elsewhere again.
But aside from the four of them, there was not a single other living thing in the hall.
What was he supposed to do now?
Could it be that his lifetime of glorious reputation was truly about to be destroyed in one stroke?
That old bastard—who knew what had provoked him?
But his words truly carried weight in the Heaven-Devouring Toad Clan.
His words might not necessarily carry weight in the Mystic Soul Dragon Clan.
If he had known, he would have brought his own clan ancestor with him.
This was truly painful.
"Two seniors, two fellow Daoists, this junior, Ye Lin, offers his respects."
Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice came from outside the door.
Ning Po froze upon hearing