Huang Yunzi and the Meng Family Ancestor entered the hall.
The eight figures conversing inside all fell silent and turned their gazes toward them.
Under the scrutiny of so many Core Formation cultivators, the Meng Family Ancestor involuntarily felt as though he were suffocating.
"Hahaha-Fellow Daoist Huang, have you settled matters downstairs?" someone asked with a hearty laugh.
Huang Yunzi nodded and took the seat of honor without hesitation. Then he smiled at the Meng Family Ancestor. "Young friend Meng, you are the host. Please take a seat as well."
The Meng Family Ancestor murmured that he did not dare presume, then cautiously sat in the lowest seat beneath the nine cultivators.
There he remained, eyes lowered to his nose and attention turned inward, listening as the nine discussed dividing the contents of Windmist True Person's Storage Bag, along with materials from Little Azure Dragon's body, the Demon Core, and other spoils.
Despite himself, a sense of humiliation rose within him.
After all, Windmist True Person had been like an elder of his own family. Had Dai Sangyu not pushed him too far, he would have struggled to steel himself to collude with outsiders.
Ah.
The Meng Family Ancestor sighed inwardly, but his expression did not change in the slightest.
Several quarters of an hour later, the spoils had been divided, and all nine wore satisfied expressions.
"Young friend Meng." Huang Yunzi smiled and beckoned to the Meng Family Ancestor. "Explain what we discussed earlier to our fellow Daoists in detail."
"Yes." The Meng Family Ancestor hurriedly rose.
Not daring to look at the nine Core Formation cultivators present, he gazed straight into the empty space outside the hall and recounted his earlier promise. "The city's revenue was originally divided as follows: thirty-five percent for the Azure Dragon Mountain Lineage,