But now, the ones speaking and doing these things are Prince Zhan and Prince An Yang. Those two are a hundred times more important than these noble clans and cannot be offended; they are, after all, the masters of Huayan Peak and Wulong Mountain.
"What could I do? Prince An Yang already spoke up; could I ignore him?" The Head of the Ye Family felt unjustly blamed. Wasn't he the one Prince An Yang called by name?
"You all didn't step up, and when I did say something, you now think I was wrong. If you have the guts, go tell Prince An Yang yourself."
In that situation, someone had to speak up, right? Could they really let the presence of the two princes go cold?
By then, they might be in even more trouble.
"But do we really need to donate so much money?" Another family head stood up.
Just thinking about having to fork out so much money made him feel the pain. If only the Head of the Ye Family could donate a little less, then everyone could donate a little less too, right?
