Elder Yan's expression turned grave at the mention of that name. Clearly, he knew what Ling Fengzhui represented.
"Should we pick up the pace on our end, then?"
Ling Zhuo leaned back in the seat of honor, his expression shifting between light and shadow. No one else in the hall dared make a sound and disturb him.
After pondering for a long while, Ling Zhuo flicked open the small feather fan in his hand. "No change! We proceed as planned. As long as nothing goes wrong on our end, Ling Fengzhui's triumph will be short-lived, even if nothing happens to him."
Ling Zhuo smiled, though a trace of coldness lurked in it. "So what if he has the support of the Three Great Elders? Once I take first place at the Pill Convention, the position of clan chief will be mine sooner or later!"
"Young master, speaking of the Pill Convention, the Pill Tower has already begun taking measures against us," Elder Yan reminded him.
"They really can't contain themselves." Ling Zhuo's eyes regained their steady, everything-under-control look. "How are the Heavenly Secrets Tower's preparations coming along?"
"Everything is ready. Within half a month, Holy Pill City will know the Pill Convention Prodigy Rankings."
"Well done!" Confidence shone in Ling Zhuo's eyes. "It's time these ignorant people saw the strength of a Dou God Clan. This time, I'll single-handedly eclipse every young talent in the Central Plains!"
Ling Zhuo then looked at the three clan chiefs of the Pill Tower's subsidiary families sitting off to the side, too afraid to speak. He smiled. "Gentlemen, shall we take a trip?"
At being addressed, the Bai Clan chief asked curiously, "Where would you like to go, Young Master Ling?"
"The Cao Clan!"
The other three exchanged glances. The Bai Clan chief then