The heated argument came to a halt when the powerful factions began speaking.
"Old Zhang, we all respect your virtue and prestige, but forgive our ignorance, but we've never heard that you represent the imperial family."
"That's right. The imperial family's surname is Yan, and Old Zhang's surname is Zhang. How can we believe that you can represent the imperial family, Old Zhang?"
The three sects spoke up one after another. It was obvious that they were a bit wary of the imperial family, but that didn't mean that they were afraid of any of the imperial representatives.
In the face of absolute profit, unless the Yan Emperor himself was present, it was almost impossible for them to voluntarily give up profit in front of the imperial family.
Old Zhang smiled indifferently, as if he'd expected the reactions of the three sects. His gaze was leisurely as he glanced to the side, his eyes filled with deep meaning.
