Qin Tairan glanced at her.
"Youngster, this isn't your place to speak."
With a graceful smile, Tao Wen lightly tapped the ice table, and Elder Long of Dragon Head Peak walked in from outside the hall.
"Tao Wen is the future sect leader of Qingdan Valley Taoist Son. Naturally, she has the right to speak here."
Seeing the newcomer, Qin Tairan snorted coldly.
"Fine!"
"Since you all want to talk about the Tianlan Immortal City's rotational management, then I'll speak plainly too."
"The Ice Castle has already exceeded the rotational limit by twenty years. Judging by your stance, the next ten years will also belong to them."
"So, I must ask, what about after ten years?"
Elder Fei of the Ailao Mountain said, "After ten years, it's natural to discuss it then."
Snap!
Qin Tairan slammed his palm down hard on the ice table, shattering it completely.
The powder scattered, even slashing a fine line of blood across Yin Xiuhua's face.
Her expression shifted slightly, "Elder!"
