Yun Qing nodded silently.
Ji Shuyue had certainly persuaded quite a few clan elders, and Ji Lingri had brought some of the military and the Imperial Clan Court to heel. But without Yun Huang himself presiding over the Divine Capital, using his supreme imperial might to silence the entire city and make every powerful figure bow their head, all this "knowing what was good for them" and "going with the tide" might not have come so smoothly, or seemed so much like "the will of the people."
Ultimately, it was his Brother Huang who was truly formidable.
If the conversation between the brothers reached the ears of the Ji Clan elders, they would probably tug at their beards in furious desperation and protest: who would dare stake the entire clan's future and the ancestral land's accumulated reserves on the mental state of that lunatic Ji Huang?!
Apart from Ji Shouhui and those other old fossils who had driven themselves mad in secluded cultivation, no one dared take that gamble.
And so, however resentful and pained the reasonably clearheaded Ji Clan elders might have been, they ultimately competed to be quieter than the next man, each more "mindful of the greater good" than the last.
"Enough." Yun Huang rose, his robes stirring without a breeze inside the hall, majestic imperial aura blazing around him.
"Those ancient affairs aren't worth mentioning. Come, Brother. We have work to do."
Illuminated by the lamplight, his tall, straight figure resembled an insurmountable divine mountain.
As Yun Huang's words fell, deep in a subterranean river beneath the Divine Capital where daylight never reached,
the last remnant soul of a Heavenly Demon hiding there, hoping to slip through by playing dead, was struck by a golden thunderbolt that appeared out of thin air and annihilated utterly.
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