The elders from the main branch still retained a bit of friendliness with Song Zining. One of them approached to ask, “How come? There has been no news from his elderly grace up until now.”

This elder was over seventy years old and almost twenty years Zhang Boqian’s senior, yet he still referred to the latter as elderly grace. It truly made one wonder what Zhang Boqian would think if he heard this.

However, Song Zining was already done talking about this. The people present today did not make up the entire elder assembly. Elders like Song Zhongxing never appeared, and many side-branches were never offered a seat to this meeting. Announcing this news was his last time making any effort. As for how the clansmen would respond, that wasn’t his business anymore.

Song Zining said indifferently, “I’m no longer a man of the Song clan, I shall not interfere.”

The elder was quite sharp. After a momentary daze, he was suddenly enlightened. “So that’s how it is! Prince Greensun won’t make things difficult for us if the seventh young master becomes clan lord, just like when the old ancestor was alive!”

The guests here were all shaken. They had been staying in the Enlightenment Manor these days because their families and powers shared countless connections with the Song clan. Many of them had their own accounts to settle. They weren’t as slow or self-deceiving as the Song clan elders—as this was a topic they had paid the greatest attention to, they had heard rumors of Prince Greensun’s stance and made their own judgments.

With how the Song clan elders were planning to drive Song Zining away, they had one less serious case to worry about in the future. Despite that, they were filled with subtle emotions...