After Lei Jingxiao's brief disruption, the Pill Convention began without further obstruction. Ling He could only return helplessly to the Ye Clan residence in Holy Pill City and report the situation to Ling Haonan.
Ling Haonan was leisurely brewing a pot of specially blended calming tea in the middle of the courtyard. Seeing the resentment in Ling He's heart as she hurried over, he first poured a cup of tea and sent it before her with Dou Qi, signaling that there was no rush.
"Elder, I was useless this time. I was actually humiliated by that brat from the Thunder Clan!" Ling He clenched the teacup in her hand, her eyes filled with resentment.
Ling Haonan did not even raise his eyes. He merely looked at the tea leaves steeping in the pot, inhaled the drifting fragrance, then closed his eyes and savored it carefully.
" I've heard everything. Didn't you handle it quite well? I have nothing to be dissatisfied with." Ling Haonan's voice was steady and gentle, meant only to comfort Ling He.
"You were only sent to put on a show and keep the Pill Tower from becoming suspicious. We never truly intended to compete with the Pill Tower over those rules."
"But that brat from the Thunder Clan..." Ling He's tone was full of indignation.
"And what do you intend to do? Make a move against him?"
"Of course I know I cannot truly attack him. But if I merely teach him a small lesson, even the Thunder Clan would not make a huge fuss over it, would they?"
Ling Haonan slowly shook his head, and there was even a trace of pity in his smile. "Then let me ask you this: how can you be sure there is no one from the Thunder Clan protecting