“What! You plan on…attending the West Creek Lin Clan’s banquet tonight?”

Lin Huaiyuan’s heart trembled as he hurriedly tried to dissuade Lin Xun, “Clan Leader, you must not. Tonight, the higher-ups of all three branch clans will be gathered at the West Creek Lin Clan, making it a den of tigers. You just got back to the Forbidden City and are still unclear about the current situation. How can you personally take the risk of going there?”

Lin Zhong also said, “Young Master, this matter should be properly discussed first.”

However, Lin Xun merely chuckled and indifferently said, “Won’t the higher-ups of all three clans be gathered in one spot? That’s perfect, it’ll save me the trouble of having to find them one by one!”

His voice was filled with chilling killing intent.

In the year he first entered the Forbidden City, he promised to give the West Creek, Cloud Weight, and Flying Peak branch clans three years to deliberate their position. For three years, he would not take any action against them.

Lin Xun had originally believed that he had already compromised enough and that his terms were attractive. However,...