Huangfu Jinhuan saw this scene from afar, and his gaze darkened by several degrees.
He let out a disdainful snort, sat directly in his seat with his hands behind his back, and half-closed his eyes as though calculating something.
Suddenly.
Lei Yangyu's hearty laughter came from beside him. "Brother Jinhuan, you're looking quite well today~"
"Humph!" Huangfu Jinhuan opened his eyes, his face gloomy. "Lei Yangyu, what are you trying to say?"
"My apologies, I was simply curious." Lei Yangyu chuckled. "Your collateral branch committed such a grave offense. Did you come today intending to buy up the Qianma Huangfu Clan's property?"
Huangfu Jinhuan's eyelids twitched twice. He answered with a cold laugh, "Lei Yangyu, what does Huangfu Clan business have to do with you? Should I simply watch the collateral branch's property fall into someone else's hands?"
"Hahaha~" Lei Yangyu burst into laughter. "I just heard the joke of the century. Your Celestial Huangfu Clan drove the Qianma Huangfu Clan to its death, made them take the blame, then killed witnesses to protect yourselves. And in the end, you still want to swallow their property. What a scheme—truly, what a scheme!"
Lei Yangyu's voice was loud enough for even the surrounding spectators to hear. Standard melon-eating expressions immediately appeared on everyone's faces, and hushed discussions broke out all around.
Since ancient times, ordinary people had always delighted in every kind of juicy gossip, feasting on it to their hearts' content.
The clan leaders of those Eighth-Rank Aristocratic Clans and Ninth-Rank Aristocratic Clans, however, wore somewhat complicated expressions.
As aristocratic clans, their channels of information were far beyond anything Rogue Cultivators and commoners could compare with.
Everyone knew that the Celestial Huangfu Clan and the Qianma Huangfu Clan had been so close they practically wore the same pair of trousers.