Su Qishan fell silent.
It was not that he failed to understand Su Boyong's words, but he knew even better how many hardships Su Qianxue had weathered alone in Jiangcheng during her three years away from home.
From the Divine Sense Stage to her current Domain Realm, from an ordinary member of the Paranormal Bureau to an operations team leader, she had taken every step on her own.
She had never relied on the Su Clan, nor had she ever caused the clan any trouble.
Now, after she had struggled out there for three years and finally broken through to the Domain Realm, gaining the confidence to take control of her own fate, he, her father, was supposed to bring the pressure of the entire clan to bear on her and summon her home to serve once again as a bargaining chip in a marriage alliance.
He could not do it.
"I disagree," Su Qishan said, enunciating each word.
The ancestral hall was so quiet that only the faint crackling of candle flames remained. Su Boyong stared at Su Qishan for a long time, then slowly nodded, his tone frighteningly calm. "Since the clan head insists on his own view, we shall convene a family assembly in accordance with the clan rules."
Su Zhenhai had been sitting silently in a corner. Only now did he set down his teacup.
He looked at his eldest brother, Su Qishan, then at Su Boyong, and ultimately sided with Su Boyong.
It was not that he understood the sense in Su Qishan's words, but he knew even better that the Su Clan's current circumstances allowed no room for risk.
The ancestor's vitality was waning, and the Su Clan ranked last among the Four Great Top Clans. If they lost the Zhao Clan as an