Already paying attention to the first elder, Wang Mang also keenly sensed that flash of murderous intent.
"This old codger is up to something."
With that thought, Wang Mang subconsciously narrowed his eyes.
If nobody provoked me, we would all live in peace.
But if someone is asking for trouble, their coffin is already prepared.
"Alright, let's end the discussion here."
"At this juncture, I do not wish to hear any unpleasant news,"
"nor do I hope that anything will happen."
Qing Yi's gaze swept across the two rows of seated elders, speaking with profound meaning.
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the eight elders varied.
This was a warning to them not to stir up trouble.
For a moment, the faces of the elders from the two factions contrasted sharply.
Those who had attempted to recruit Wang Mang during the selection naturally felt great joy.
Even though Wang Mang becoming the young clan leader had no benefits for them, they were content to see their rivals upset.
