Meanwhile, in the main hall, the Divinity Transformation cultivators sat in their chairs, their expressions shifting constantly.
They had all guessed what the Song Family intended to do, and they sighed inwardly one after another.
The current balance of power between the families was about to be completely overturned.
No one was in high spirits. They understood that all the spoils from this conflict would belong to the Song Family. They would be lucky to simply preserve their own families; they didn't dare even mention the distribution of benefits.
Song Qingyun sat at the head of the hall, taking in everyone's sullen faces as the corners of his mouth lifted into a smirk.
'This is the Cultivation World. As long as you're strong enough, no one will dare to act out of line.'
Under normal circumstances, these people would have long been clamoring to carve up the assets of the defeated families. When would they ever wait so obediently?
