The middle-aged cultivator placed the fragment into his bag and stood up. He glanced toward the Minor Affairs Hall with an unreadable expression, then transformed into a streak of lightning and vanished into the distance.
Inside the great hall, Song Xianming, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly snapped his eyes open. Then, to the astonishment of everyone present, he transformed into a streak of light and shot out of the hall.
"Young Clan Leader, this…"
Seeing the panicked looks on everyone's faces, Song Changsheng, though he also had no idea what was happening, forced himself to remain calm. He broke into a smile and said, "There is no need for concern, everyone. It is merely a small matter. Let us continue our previous discussion. All Spiritual Veins of Tier Two and above that belonged to the Martial Spirit Sect are to be absorbed by our clan.
