The great halls of the clans buzzed with whispered strategy sessions.
Patriarchs and elders huddled in private chambers, their faces grim yet curious.
"He… he could be one of them," one elder murmured, voice low and tight with excitement.
"A hidden scion of an ancient lineage… someone we cannot afford to ignore."
"Then we must act," another replied, eyes glinting. "Do whatever is necessary to win his favor. Offer alliances, gifts, anything. If we can secure him now, the advantage will be ours forever."
Within hours, the plan became clear in every big clan… Lin Feng was someone to be flattered, someone to be cajoled, someone to hug tightly.
The phrase spread like a mantra…
Hug his thick thigh at all costs!
The great clans of Clear Moon City had truly decided to go all in.
What had begun as cautious interest quickly escalated into a full-blown frenzy.
