Meanwhile, in an elegantly furnished study within the Yan Family's stately, timeworn courtyard, a faint air of scholarship lingered.
An elderly man stood tall before the latticed window, his back to a carved pearwood chair. His hands were clasped behind him, gripping a roll of paper, and his deep gaze suggested he was pondering something.
He was none other than the foremost of the Seven Demon Generals, Demon Dragon General Yan Wufeng!
Just then, Yan Qi gently pushed open the door and entered the study. He bowed respectfully and said in a low voice, "Patriarch!"
Yan Wufeng's deep, imposing voice rang out. "You're back?"
Yan Qi replied respectfully, "Yes, Patriarch."
Yan Wufeng turned around, his gaze dark. His vertical pupils bore down on Yan Qi with overwhelming pressure. "How did the matter I assigned you earlier go?"
Yan Qi reported meticulously, "It has been taken care of. As planned, the information has been successfully passed to the Ming Family."
"By now, the incident at the Heavenly Wolf Forging Market should have all of Heaven Dou City buzzing."
Yan Wufeng nodded in satisfaction. "Good. And what did Li Lingfeng say?"
Yan Qi frowned slightly and answered, "He was somewhat hesitant, but overall, he was happy to see it happen. His support was cautious."
Yan Wufeng sneered. "No matter. The Li Clan has been entangled with the major families of Soul Fighting City for over a thousand years. Their grudges, affections, and hatreds are tangled beyond unraveling."
"Besides, in the last Holy War, the Li Clan fell because of the Chen Clan. Li Lingfeng carries a blood feud as deep as the sea. He will certainly support us."
"Suppressing the Chen Clan is already the way the tide is turning!"
Somewhat puzzled, Yan Qi asked, "But Li Lingfeng is merely a Soul