Inside the great hall of the Futu Ancient Clan.
"You've barely been out, and already you can't wait to see your sweetheart?" Futu Yijing asked with a smile.
"With you as clan leader, I have nothing to do as Great Elder. Surely you aren't going to stop me from going out?" Qing Yanjing said.
As clan leader, Futu Yijing held virtually all the power. Her position as Great Elder seemed more like a dispensable post.
Still, Qing Yanjing was happy to enjoy the leisure.
"I have no objection to you seeing your sweetheart. But Mu Chen absorbed so much of our clan's ancestor qi. You ought to make up for it," Futu Yijing said.
Qing Yanjing looked at Futu Yijing. She knew what he meant.
"What do you want me to do?"
"The spirit arrays in the Futuo Realm are getting on in years. Shouldn't you repair and strengthen them?" Futu Yijing asked with a smile.
Though Futu Yijing was smiling as he spoke, Qing Yanjing could clearly feel his resentment.
She suspected that if she did not strengthen the spirit arrays, Futu Yijing might very well tear both her and her son apart with his bare hands.
After all, even if this was supposed to compensate Mu Chen, there were limits. More than half the ancestor qi had been sucked dry.
As clan leader, it would have been strange if Futu Yijing felt good about that.
"Understood."
Three days later, everyone in the Futuo Realm could feel that the spirit arrays enveloping them had grown stronger.
Futu Yijing gazed at the spirit arrays and nodded in satisfaction.
He had to make Qing Yanjing do something so he would have an explanation to give the other elders.
Mu Chen, an outsider, had received an ancestor qi baptism that they could