"Have you... finished speaking?"
Xu Yuan lightly tapped the desk in front of him with his fingertips, producing a series of rhythmic and deep sounds. His long, narrow phoenix eyes slightly squinted, revealing a dangerous glimmer. A slow and steady voice sounded:
"Actually, I think you shouldn't treat Qingmo with this attitude."
The hall plunged into a dead silence, the air filled with the aroma of sandalwood, diffusing the light from the Inscription Pattern Lamp.
After a moment,
the Array Sword Peak Master frowned and spoke:
"Han King, this should be the Sword Sect's family matter."
Xu Yuan looked into the eyes of the middle-aged man, his gaze obscure and uncertain, and said:
"This is also my family matter."
"...."
The high-level members of the Sword Sect exchanged glances, seemingly not expecting Xu Yuan to say such a thing.
They certainly knew the relationship between Ran Qingmo and Xu Yuan,
but,
The country is greater than the family.
That was their consensus.
