As the words of the Family Head fell, Xue Wei slightly bowed his head to express his gratitude.
Soon, the Family Head also left.
The once bustling council hall, noisy with voices, was now plunged into a dead silence in the blink of an eye.
The voices that were passionately debating and disputing during the meeting had disappeared, replaced by the quiet emptiness and a somber atmosphere.
The long table in the center of the hall, once filled with Elders, seemed particularly lonely, with only scattered documents and ink remaining, as if witnessing the end of this grand game of power.
The seals and ink on the table, reflecting the faint light on the wall, appeared exceptionally solitary.
The carvings on the wall remained exquisite, the ancient stone wall stood silently, a place that was once the center of power now seeming particularly cold and deserted.
