The terms Mu Chen read aloud for cooperating with the Soul Hall were practically stamped all over with the words "cede territory and pay reparations," leaving the Budu Ancient Clan elders seething with indignation.
Even Qing Yanjing stared at Mu Chen in disbelief. It was hard to imagine that her own son had done this... Judging from these terms, the two of us really did look like traitors!
"You would throw away our clan's glory? Are you going to hand over the foundation our ancestors painstakingly built for free?" Budu Xuan was just short of making a move.
Mu Chen lazily shifted in his seat, leaned back against the chair, and gave Budu Xuan an indifferent glance.
"How could it possibly be free to ask the Hall Master to intervene? If those rebels hadn't overstepped their bounds and attacked me, the clan leader, would I have needed to invite the Hall Master to serve as witness?
"I won't deny that I bear some responsibility for this treaty, but the other half lies with you, Budu Xuan."
Budu Xuan's breathing caught. Pointing at Mu Chen's nose, he trembled all over with rage.
"You... you... you..."
Only after quite a while did he sit back down, saying somewhat dejectedly, "Giving such a large share of resources to the Soul Clan will affect the cultivation of our clan's lower-ranking descendants."
The Budu Clan was not merely composed of those few upper echelons. It also had an enormous number of clan descendants. Their strength might not be particularly high, but they were the very foundation of the entire clan.
Only with enough descendants could geniuses continuously emerge, passing on from generation to generation and allowing the clan to prosper forever.
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