The white-haired old man stood frozen in place, stunned by the speed and brutality of the events that unfolded, everything was over in less than two seconds. All those elders of the Feng clan were mercilessly defeated.
Suddenly, the power of the Feng clan's defining technique burst from the fallen bodies, and the old man's brows furrowed in deep disgust. The entire upper echelon of the Purplecloud clan knew all too well what the primary source for cultivating that technique was. However, they willingly allowed it because the Feng clan deliberately preserved and multiplied the elves for their own survival. This policy provided a steady supply of elves that were used for an unknown purpose, one he wasn't even sure of.
He was once considered the next patriarch without any competition, but he refused to accept the clan's indifference towards a race that had fought alongside humans and the great founder in the past.
