At the news of this earth-shattering turn of events, Zichuan Canxing nearly failed to catch his breath again and almost fainted on the bed.
He hurriedly pressed a hand to his throbbing forehead, forcing down his surging blood pressure and willing himself to calm down.
The clan heads were all around him. If he fainted again, this lot would probably start quarreling once more.
"Chief Executive, please take care of yourself! These are difficult times. We cannot afford to lose you!"
Ma Wenyuan hurriedly reached out to steady Zichuan Canxing's swaying body and offered words of comfort.
"Exactly, exactly! Chief Executive, you must look after your health! You cannot fall!"
"Yes, we are all counting on you now!"
Everyone chimed in, each expressing their "concern" for Zichuan Canxing.
The corners of Zichuan Canxing's aging mouth twitched repeatedly.
Did they think he did not know what they were harboring in their hearts?
If he died now, they would lose the man standing at the front, taking the blows.
This group had only just been brought together, each with their own dark designs. They would immediately begin scheming against one another.
They already had a powerful enemy outside.
If he died at a time like this, the entire Southwestern Aristocratic Alliance would fall apart.
Then, would it not be child's play for that Emperor outside to deal with them?
"All right, everyone. I am fine, just a little tired. Let me rest for a while. We will hold a meeting tomorrow. Go back and make your preparations!"
Zichuan Canxing addressed them with exhaustion written all over his face.
Right now, he wanted only peace and quiet.
He needed to think alone about how to confront this utterly rotten situation.
"Yes, Chief Executive. Everyone, come with me. Go back and think about how