The audience in the Swordsoul Chamber saw the battlefield fall silent when the walnuts had been completely assimilated. It was quite an odd sight. It was clear that Lin Yun, Lin Jie, Lin Xiaoyun, and Lin Wuyi, all reformists, had been looking forward to that exact development. Their plan to work with the ebons to curb the traditionalists and pull away from the Grandnorth Dongshen Clan was slowly panning out, yet they merely watched without smiling in the slightest.

A gold-robed elder stood and left the council without a single word.

"Changkong! Wait!" Lin Yun awkwardly called out.

"There's no need." Lin Changkong had only come to the Swordsoul Chamber as he knew that Lin Linglin was paired up with Lin Jianxing. It was supposed to be something that pulled them closer together, but everyone was well aware of the implications of what had just happened. No trace of camaraderie existed between them at all.

"Looks like everyone's...