Qin Qi followed the man to the Council Hall. The moment he entered, he sensed that something was off.
The elders of the Eight Mountain Peaks were all there, but not one of the eight was paying attention.
Some gazed up at the roof, some stared down at the floor, and some meditated with their eyes closed.
"What are you all doing? Weren't you supposed to be having a meeting? Why isn't anyone talking?"
"And why did you call me here for your meeting?"
Qin Qi carefully checked his senses. His second Soul Skill gave no warning of danger.
This probably wasn't a Hongmen Banquet. There shouldn't be any axemen lying in ambush on either side.
Yu Yuanzhen wasn't holding a cup, either, so there was no need to worry about him smashing it as a signal.
"Little Luo Mian, we've run into a problem, one none of us can solve."
"As the smartest and most learned disciple of our clan's younger generation, you'll answer this question for us."
Yu Yuanzhen surveyed the room as he spoke, but nobody chimed in.
Everyone kept looking wherever they pleased, acting as though they hadn't heard a thing.
"The smartest and most learned? I'll admit that much, but how did you know?"
Qin Qi confidently accepted both titles: smartest and most learned.
This wasn't narcissism. After reading every book in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's collection,
very few people could surpass him in sheer knowledge.
"Ahem, ahem."
The moment Qin Qi finished speaking, an old man hiding behind a screen coughed twice.
Qin Qi recognized him instantly. It was the White-Bearded Old Man from the Library.
So you're the one who sold me out, you rotten old man.
Qin Qi cursed inwardly. The old man had no scruples. He would burn off