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Regardless of the circumstances, he couldn’t afford to withhold his thoughts and goals entirely. Achieving greatness required facing inevitable challenges, as things never proceeded as smoothly as planned.

Mistakes were an inherent part of any endeavor, and today had presented one such error.

His immediate concern should be devising a solution and rectifying the mistake rather than succumbing to anger—an ineffective response.

Could Kang Shi be expected to lower his cultivation level just because someone was unhappy? The notion was implausible, the First Elder concluded.

Upon his return to the First Elder’s hall, the scene was chaotic—a clear aftermath of Kang Yan’s tantrum, evidenced by the scattered wreckage.

Orderly individuals within the hall started tidying up upon the First Elder’s entrance. Recognizing the need for privacy, the First Elder instructed them to leave.

Once alone, he regarded Kang Yan sternly. “Why are you here?”

“…”

“If your cultivation isn’t strong enough to assert dominance, throwing a tantrum won’t solve anything,” the First Elder asserted.

“…”

“Moreover, this isn’t an insurmountable problem. Solutions exist.”

“…..”

“Isn’t it simply because our cultivation level surpasses yours? With our higher cultivation, performing tasks becomes a bit more cumbersome for us. Why complicate things for yourself?” the First Elder questioned, his frustration evident when facing Kang Yan, whom he viewed as an inconvenience.

“…..”

“With the support of the True Martial Race, we only need more allies,” the First Elder continued. “Once he becomes a captive, won’t he be at our mercy?”

Seeing Kang Yan, the First Elder felt a deep sense of exasperation, as if dealing with someone of intermediate capability was a constant burden requiring undue time and attention.

“Why? Why does he effortlessly steal the spotlight?” Kang Yan couldn’t accept it.

“What’s the distinction? As long as the outcome aligns with our desires, it’s acceptable. What more do you seek?” the First Elder retorted. “Nitpicking and heading towards a dead end will only result in further losses.”

Kang Yan gazed up at the First Elder.

As long as the result was the same?

Even the most talented individual, if they died prematurely, it could only be attributed to insufficient cultivation, right?

A realization dawned on Kang Yan, and he gradually began to regain composure.

Once composed, he inquired, “So, what’s our next step?”

“Before he gets an opportunity, collaborate with the True Martial Race to suppress the Clan Leader and eliminate him directly,” the First Elder proposed.

Kang Yan nodded. “I’ll lead the team with Kang Shi, and Ziluo will cooperate with me. Together, we can neutralize any threat he poses.”

Ziluo observed Kang Yan, offering neither agreement nor disagreement.

However, Kang Yan assumed her agreement, considering their marital ties – a connection transcending honor and shame.

“Furthermore, I need you to visit your father tonight. Clarify the situation and hand him this letter,” the First Elder instructed Ziluo.

She glanced at the letter, nodded, and affirmed, “Understood. I won’t waste any time. I’ll leave now.”

“I’ll go with you,” Kang Yan said.

Ziluo looked at him with disdain.

First Elder stopped him first. “You stay here.”

Ziluo breathed a sigh of relief and returned.

She made her way back alone, seamlessly blending into the hustle and bustle of clan. Today held numerous tasks that demanded attention, causing Ziluo to go unnoticed.

Upon reaching the True Martial Race, Ziluo promptly sought out her father.

“How did it go?”