It was night.
Baijiang City.
As one of the three super-large cities in Yan Country, the city was still orderly, seemingly unaffected by the outbreak of the Beast Tide.
However, at the entrance of the city, there was a long line of people waiting to enter.
Fortunately, even in the deep night, the entry process was still ongoing. Unfortunately, not everyone was qualified to enter the city; in fact, only a very few made it through the screening.
The Qin Family, as one of the few prominent families in Yan Country, was located in this city.
At this moment, quite a few people were gathered in the Qin Family’s hall.
"The Song Family really shot themselves in the foot this time." An elder on the right side picked up the teacup beside him, took a sip, and said with a smile.
"Their Song Family has been scheming these past few years to curry favor with the Revival Association, hoping to leverage the power of the Feng Country People to secure a seat in the Elder Council. Unfortunately, man proposes, God disposes."
"Exactly," someone chimed in with schadenfreude, "If only John died, it wouldn’t be such a big deal. But even Carl died. This is no joke. I think this time, no matter what price the Song Family pays, it’s hard for them to get the Revival Association’s support."
Everyone present had joyful expressions on their faces.
The importance of a seat in the Elder Council goes without saying.
The Qin Family, having secured a seat for two consecutive years, had a high probability of winning a third time.
After all, the Qin Family’s strength was evident. It’s not an exaggeration to say that they could rank in the top three.
But as the saying goes, "Better safe than sorry." They couldn’t afford to be careless until the final moment.
Take the Song Family for instance; they had three Celestial Realm Martial Artists. Their strength was less than that of the Qin Family, but they weren’t completely unthreatening.
Especially in recent years, the Song Family had been running around, paying a huge price to garner support. If it came down to the election day, the Song Family might actually have a chance.
But now, it’s out of the question.
Because Carl was dead. This influential figure in the Revival Association was taken by the Song Family for revenge, only to lose his life without achieving any revenge. It was completely ludicrous.
Not to mention other members of the Revival Association, even they had to doubt the competency of the Song Family.
Even if the Song Family could give an explanation for this event afterward, the Revival Association would most likely no longer support them. At most, they might want to gain some benefits from the Song Family.
"Speaking of which, do you think that Seventh Brother of the Song Family is dead?"
Suddenly someone asked.
The room fell silent.
Everyone first glanced at the person sitting in the main seat, and seeing no reaction from him, continued discussing.
"According to rumors, he’s missing, but there’s also word that Seventh Brother of the Song Family, like Carl from the Revival Association, died at the hands of a young man named Chen Fan."
"No way? That’s a Celestial Realm Martial Artist!"
"Carl’s strength was no less than a Celestial Realm Martial Artist’s. And what was the result? He was also killed at the Jiangnan Martial Arts Association Headquarters. The few Celestial Realm Martial Artists in the city all perceived it. I think this matter can’t be faked."
"So, you’re saying that this guy named Chen Fan killed Song Family’s Seventh Brother, and then a few minutes later killed Carl in two consecutive battles? Could he really do that?"
"I think so too, but the Song Family suffered a big loss this time, sending out a Celestial Realm Martial Artist only to end up failing terribly."
The crowd looked at the speaker, thinking that Celestial Realm Martial Artists were not as common as cabbages by the roadside.
At the Early Stage of Celestial Realm, one could crush 99.9% of the people in the world.
Including everyone present.
"So, it was this Chen Fan who killed Song Family’s Seventh Brother?"
At this moment, the elder sitting in the main seat spoke.
He was dressed in white with white hair and beard, exuding an ethereal, sage-like aura.
"Yes, yes."
Everyone responded respectfully.
This elder was one of the three ancestors of the Qin Family.
His power was at the Mid Stage of Celestial Realm.
But the Qin Family had more than just these three Celestial Realm Martial Artists; there were also two younger generations who had reached the Early Stage of Celestial Realm.
Of course, here "younger generations" referred to those relative to the three ancestors. To everyone present, they were still elders among elders.
"Fifth Grand Uncle, the Song Family says their member is missing, but I think if he were alive, how could he not return? After all, Song Gang and the others are still at the Jiangnan Martial Arts Association Headquarters, and those two Feng Country People are also there."
"Yes, and up until now, there’s been no news of that old ancestor from the Song Family. I also believe he’s most likely dead, killed by this Chen Fan."
"Hmm." The white-haired elder nodded and sighed softly, "I didn’t expect that on the day I came out, I would hear of his death. Back then, he was quite a figure, and now he’s dead. What a pity."
"Indeed, indeed."
Hearing this, everyone echoed his sentiments.
In their hearts, they all secretly hoped that the old ancestor of the Song Family was dead.
It would be even better if the other two Mid Stage Celestial Realm old fellows died too.
If that were the case, they wouldn’t have to worry about the Song Family’s threat. They could even unite with other families to divide up the Song Family. After all, any family that survived until now undoubtedly had some valuable treasures on hand.