Third Uncle's words were overbearing, his voice filled with evil qi.
Hearing Third Uncle's words, the Patriarch of the Lei family let out a cold laugh: "Your Zhang Family has lost its clan-suppressing Divine Artifact, you've long since no longer deserved to be one of the Eight Great Clans. Since you say you don't care about the sentiment of the Eight Great Clans, then I'll make things clear today: Prince Pingbian's Mansion is the last bargaining chip of our Eight Great Clans to oppose the Northern Land—how could we possibly allow your Zhang Family to act recklessly? If your Zhang Family hands over Zhang Chen and calms Prince Pingbian's Mansion's fury, then fine, you good, me good, everyone good. Otherwise, we'll expel your Zhang Family from the Eight Great Clans!"
Over there, Zhang Chen, who was holding a wine cup, heard the Lei Patriarch's words; a flash of insight passed through his mind and he instantly understood the man's meaning.
