Duan Yanran rubbed her temples. It was no longer a question of negotiation; it was an ancestral feud. They could negotiate with other powers, but it was impossible with the Seven-Star Hall.
If not for the unwillingness of the Fourth Elder and others, the death of their ancestor, Gongyi Rou Yin, also had to be accounted for.
But with the Seven-Star Hall, they couldn't negotiate; they had to fight it out.
Their true form was still enhancing its power and needed time.
"We don't have any backing left here, not knowing where the living ancestor is. We can only go all out," Duan Yanran said. "What do you think, husband?"
"They don't want to negotiate, so why should we?"
Ling Tianyu stood up, clenching his fists silently. He was calculating, perhaps even guessing.
"The Vast Sea Alliance might try to mediate," Ling Tianyu suddenly said, looking at his wife.
Duan Yanran's face froze upon hearing this, unable to react.
