"What... what are you trying to do?"
Offering Ping glared at the many elders who had slammed their hands on the table and risen to their feet, barely contained fury burning in his eyes.
Ever since he had seized sole control over the Clan Chief's treatment, everything had gone smoothly for him in the inner city.
Not only had he effortlessly brought the personal guards originally belonging to the Clan Chief under his command, he had also greatly elevated his own family's standing within the Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe.
So what if the families represented by the various elders had been entrenched in the Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe for years, their roots running deep?
One had to know that the entire Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe was founded upon the extraordinary Heaven-Earth Furnace.
Without the current Clan Chief's assistance, who could possibly shoulder this responsibility?
Besides, in Offering Ping's own view, he had already shown them plenty of respect.
It was true that he intended to swallow up the Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe's power, but he had not driven the elders out with nothing to their names.
When power was divided, he had genuinely left the elders room to send their own people to vie for authority. Under the broad policy of sealing off the city, he had turned a blind eye when their clansmen secretly smuggled the clan's treasures out.
Even the batch of materials that had to be delivered to the Heaven-Earth Furnace every month—even when there were shortages—he had never questioned it.
"Looks like I've given you lot too much face?"
Offering Ping sneered and drew out a token flashing with crimson light.
As spiritual power poured into it, everyone heard a series of rumbles suddenly rise from the Heaven-Earth Furnace behind the great hall.
Scalding white vapor spilled out through its