Soon, Yun Zheng and the other two arrived at the top floor of Fu Jin Building. The door of the council hall was open, so as soon as they appeared, they were locked into dozens of extremely sharp gazes.
There was an extremely long oval table in the middle of the council hall. The seats around it were almost full of people, and sitting in the front row were several elderly men, one of whom was her great-grandfather Feng Xiuyuan.
On the seats on both sides, there were very few familiar faces and most of them were unfamiliar faces.
In this council hall, almost all the people are old men, old women, middle-aged men and middle-aged women, with only a few younger ones.
Solemn, majestic, and inviolable.
The moment Feng Xiuyuan saw his great-granddaughter appear, he was obviously stunned, as if he had not expected Yun Zheng to appear here.
The white-haired old man smiled kindly and waved to Yun Zheng, "Little Yun Zheng, come to Master."
Zong Renwu's voice broke the eerie silence.
Yun Zheng smiled slightly and said, "Sorry, I'm late."
Seeing this, everyone had different expressions.
After saying that, she started walking towards Zong Renwu. Before she even reached that position, an old man sitting in the front row, wearing a black brocade robe with gold patterns, leaning on a cane, said gloomily, "A little girl, still wet behind the ears, is actually worthy of coming here?! Has your Qiongtian become so dilapidated?"
As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere in the entire parliament hall suddenly became tense.
The temperature seemed to drop suddenly, making people feel very cold.
Dozens of obscure gazes fell on Yun Zheng, as if sizing her up, probing her, or even looking down on her.
The clan member said calmly, "Yuchi Hong, she is my disciple and the Empress of the Shuo Palace. Her future achievements will surely surpass those of you, a person half buried in the ground. Why are you envious and jealous?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the old man Yuchi Hong, who was leaning on a cane, suddenly looked gloomy. He sneered coldly and said something sarcastic.
"Senior, if you want to praise this girl, you don't have to put down this clan leader. I wonder if you have ever heard the saying, 'A tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind.' Sometimes, people with great talent don't necessarily live long."
Yuchi Hong's words contained a threat, as if he was revealing his murderous intent.
The clan member glanced at Yuchi Hong indifferently without any expression.
"Don't worry, she will definitely live longer than you."
Yuchi Hong's face turned grim. He was about to say something when the old man next to him, the head of the Feng family, looked at Yun Zheng and said in a gentle tone, "Xiao Zheng'er, why don't you take a seat quickly?"
The moment Patriarch Feng spoke, Yuchi Hong's face began to blaze with anger. The leaders of other factions also had subtle changes in their expressions.
"Yes, great-grandfather." Yun Zheng smiled indifferently.
Yun Zheng came and sat next to Zong Renwu, and it happened that Huangfu Hao was next to her.
When she saw Huangfu Hao, she remembered what Huangfu Ling, Lang Suxi's husband, had entrusted to her when they were in the demon world. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and after the meeting was over, she handed the black box to Huangfu Hao.
Yun Zheng knew that she was young and her cultivation was low, and that many people would target her if she spoke, so she sat quietly in her seat, trying to be as low-key as possible.
However, she found that as soon as she sat down, several eyes were fixed on her.
Yun Zheng followed the line of sight and happened to meet a pair of inquiring eyes. The owner of those eyes was an old man with a serious and dignified expression. He was wearing a smoky green robe with cloud patterns, and his eyebrows and eyes still vaguely showed the handsomeness of his youth.
His eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to Ah Shuo's.
Could this be Ah Shuo’s grandfather?
Yuchi Hong took a deep breath, regaining his dignified and solemn expression, and said in a deep voice, "The Three Continents Exchange Conference will be held in seven days. At that time, the Supreme Elders of the major forces of Shouyun and Yaoguang will appear. Together, they will open the Nine Gates of the Great Desolation and allow the young geniuses of the three continents to enter."
"The Nine Gates of the Primordial Era?!" someone screamed.
The expressions of the strong men of a certain age present changed several times.
Zong Renwu frowned and transmitted a message to Yun Zheng, "Little Yun Zheng, the so-called Great Nine Gates are said to be a mysterious territory from ancient times. I have never been there before, and I didn't expect to be discovered by those people. I don't know what method they used to open the Great Nine Gates."
A middle-aged woman from the Yaoguang faction stood up suddenly, and the seat rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound.
The middle-aged woman said with a resolute look, "No, how could the Three Continents Exchange Conference possibly go to the Primordial Nine Gates? I absolutely disagree!"
The white-haired old woman sitting across from Yun Zheng said with full energy, "I agree. The Nine Gates of the Great Desolation are far too dangerous. It's dangerous for us to go there, let alone those young people who haven't experienced too much danger!"
Yuchi Hong sneered.
"So what if you disagree? The location of the Three Continents Exchange Conference is set at the Nine Gates of the Primordial Desolation. This was not decided by this Patriarch, but by those powerful people. This Patriarch is just informing you."
Everyone fell silent.
The existence of those supreme ancestors is almost like that of gods. How can the things they decide be easily changed?
At this time, a fat, middle-aged man chuckled a few times, "Actually, this family head also thinks that the Honghuang Nine Gates is the best place to hold the Three Continents Exchange Conference. Legend has it that there are countless treasures in the Honghuang Nine Gates, such as divine-level secret manuals, divine-level elixirs, divine-level spiritual objects, and so on."
"You should all have heard that tens of thousands of years ago, there was a senior with the cultivation base of the Emperor Realm who, by some strange coincidence, entered the Nine Gates of the Primordial Desolate Realm. After emerging, he unexpectedly surpassed the Supreme Realm and became a god!"
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