The core of the Lin Clan, the council hall, was built on the edge of a battlefield. In other words, the battlefield could be considered the council hall’s front courtyard. All of the deceased ancestors of the Lin Clan would witness the succession override. Before the decisive battle, more than a dozen people knelt on the praying mat in the council hall, praying and reporting the replacement of the second branch’s primary line to their ancestors. With that, they solemnly offered up incense, one after the other. 

Inside the council hall, the incense continued burning. The only ones Tianming recognized among the people there were the one-armed Lin Jie and the tall and fat Lin Xiong. Lin Jie appeared solemn and respectful, while Lin Xiong’s expression was gloomy and his dark eyes contained explosive rage. His hands clenched hard as he burned the incense. The silence in the council hall gave the illusion of calm, but in fact, it was close to a boiling point. Emotions like disdain and anger were hidden in their hearts. Just as those emotions were about to erupt, they glanced at the entrance. An old man sat on a wooden chair with his head tilted, looking out at the endless sea of people in front of him. It looked like he...