Grand halls and lofty pavilions, buildings and palaces—everywhere glittered with magnificent pearls. Yet their brilliant colors seemed far dimmer than they had been during the Consort Selection Gathering.
"Who the hell fabricated such lies?!"
The sound of someone slamming a hand upon a table rang through the main hall.
Several men and women emanating the aura of the Purple Mansion Realm stood in the central chamber, their faces filled with barely suppressed fury and anxiety lurking in their eyes.
"Godfather, he..."
One of Phoenix-Tail Ancestor's children spoke up.
It turned out there were other figures standing throughout the hall as well.
"Nephew, it would be best to leave the things Phoenix-Tail left behind for us to handle." An old man stepped out from the crowd and looked toward those in the central chamber.
"Uncle Fu, if Father had truly left behind any treasures, we children would surely know. Our bloodline senses tell us that Father has completely perished, and now others covet the territory of our Water Kingdom. At this moment, are we truly going to turn against one another as well?!"
The purple-robed young man in the middle wore an expression of grief that did not seem false.
Yet the old man called Uncle Fu merely stroked his beard and sighed. "It is not that this old man does not wish to believe you. It is simply that we cannot stop those great cultivators outside."
"This news has already spread beyond Water Province. A treasured land left behind by a Golden Core cultivator is not something we can hold onto."
It sounded like a kindly worded piece of advice, but they had long since concluded that Phoenix-Tail Ancestor could not possibly have left behind no measures at all.
They knew only that the methods of Golden Core cultivators were