Zhang released his qi, pressuring the elder who spoke. "Watch your mouth. Didn't we discuss this together? Are you putting the blame on me now?"
'What together!? You single-handedly pushed the narrative at that time, making everyone who disagreed not dare to say it.' He cursed in his mind but didn't dare say it out loud.
"What should we do now, then, Patriarch?" A young woman asked. She came from the same generation as MingYue.
"How about this? Let's split up," Zhang suggested, then pointed at the young woman.
"Just like her, we also have many descendants still cultivating with other Sect.
We should split up and lay low for now. After some time, we will gather again and rebuild the family."
Zhang's suggestion made the rest of the Xueqi family frown. This meant they were giving up on their family.
"Patriarch, how could you say that! They desecrated our ancestors' graves!"
