Fang Yuan brushed Lin Zhaoyue's hand from his sleeve and rose to his feet.
Lin Zhaoyue immediately adjusted herself, smoothing the folds of her robe as she settled back into her seat.
She lowered her lashes, her posture graceful, her expression soft, as though she had never raised her voice a moment ago.
Pretentious, Fang Yuan thought, his gaze cutting briefly toward her before he turned back to the council of elders.
"What I've just spoken is mere speculation, nothing more than only a possibility," his voice carried evenly through the hall.
"Do not treat it as truth and charge forward blindly. Let's leave it at that and for now, tell me. What urgent matters demand the clan's immediate attention?"
Elder Fang Joshua rose without hesitation. His back was straight, his words stripped to their essence.
"Clan Head, it's about the energy wells in the cultivation caves."
That short sentence of his carried weight, and Fang Yuan inclined his head in acknowledgment.
