"I don't need to report anything to you, the acting clan leader, first, do you understand?
"What do you say?!"
The last sentence was directed to the other elders of the tribe present.
An Tianming is tall and has been lying there for nearly a thousand years, but he still stands straight. Although he looks only about thirty years old, he has a strong aura.
He suddenly released his mental pressure, and his eyes swept over everyone present, but no one dared to look up and look at him.
What kind of cowards are these?!
An Chengnan was even more trembling under the pressure of this momentum. He felt extremely nervous, as if he was back to the time when he was tested on his knowledge by his father.
He half-bent his body like a good student and stammered, "Maybe it will be soon..."
"Lead the way!"
An Tianming knew that there was no point in saying more, so he waved his hand, took the lead, and walked out with great momentum and head held high.
"I want to see how chaotic the whole family is because of you guys!"
An Tiannan quickly ran to the front to lead the way.
An Tianming asked, "Who is the 108th patriarch to you?"
"Uh, clan... senior... senior, the 108th clan leader is my father, and he is currently in seclusion."
An Tianming frowned at An Chengnan's timid and inarticulate manner, asking, "What level is your clan at now? How many warriors do you have?"
An Chengnan looked ashamed. "Yes, it's a third-level family, 52,000 warriors."
Third-level family...
An Tianming's frown deepened: "When did the Cang Yan family fall to this point?"
An Chengnan lowered his head, his face feeling a little hot.
His own abilities are really limited.
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