C2219 Greetings Old Master
The argument in the great bronze hall had reached its climax.
The Ximen Hongjie represented the Anti-Saint Sect and scolded the people of the Saint Faction angrily, "The old master's health is getting worse and worse. If the family continues to split, the foundation of the family that we have accumulated over the past thousands of years will be destroyed!
Therefore, our Ximen Family must have a new backbone to support us.
Does everyone really think that this position can be handed over to a piece of trash like Ximen Qing? "
The Ximen Hongjie had finally shed all pretenses of cordiality. Even with Ximen Qing's intelligence, he could hear these straightforward words clearly.
He immediately jumped up from his chair in anger. He pointed at the Ximen Hongjie's nose and scolded, "Don't think that you can look down on me just because you are my cousin.
No one can touch my position of successor!"
What Ximen Qing did not know was that the eyes of the pro-saints behind him shifted.
Clearly, many of them had been influenced by the words of the Ximen Hongjie and had some thoughts.
At the same time, Shangguan Wangxuan stood out as well. He said coldly, "I represent the Shangguan Family and fully support the Ximen Hongjie to become the new successor and represent the position of the Ximen Family's master."
Shangguan Wangxuan's words caused the people of the pro-Saint sect to become even more confused.
Under the situation where the Nangong Family had betrayed the Ancient Clan Alliance, the Yuwen Family had been exterminated, and the Huangfu Family had gradually become disloyal, the Shangguan Family was undoubtedly the Ximen Family's most loyal ally.
Under such circumstances, the Shangguan Family firmly supported the Anti-Saint Sect.
In this way, the Saint Faction seemed to have no more bargaining chips to resist.
"Everyone has been arguing for so long. I think they all have their own ideas.
Why don't we just raise our hands and vote?"
The Ximen Hongjie glanced at those people from the pro-Saint Faction and couldn't help but smile.
"It's good to have a staff officer by my side."
The Ximen Hongjie thought in satisfaction.
Of course, everything he said and did was taught by Shangguan Wangxuan.
Looking at the shaken expressions of the people from the Pro-Saint Sect, the Ximen Hongjie seemed to have seen the scene of them sitting on the family head's throne.
He couldn't help but shout excitedly: "Those who agree to let the Ximen Hongjie take over the Ximen Family, please raise your hand!"
"Woosh, woosh, woosh ~ ~ ~"
The people from the Anti-Saint Sect behind him raised their hands in unison, as expected.
Strangely, a portion of the people from the Pro-Divine Sect also raised their hands one after another.
"You!"
Ximen Qing looked at the traitors and his face suddenly turned pale.
Seeing the situation turn for the better, more and more people agreed. The Ximen Hongjie couldn't help but let out a carefree smile.
However, at this moment, an elderly voice came from outside the hall.
"What makes you so happy?"
The people in the hall were suddenly stunned. Their gazes were attracted by a figure standing at the entrance of the hall.1
His body was as thin as a bamboo. It was as if a gentle breeze could blow him down.
His face, which had just recovered from a serious illness, was full of fatigue. From time to time, he would lower his head and cough.
However, such a weak figure was emitting an indescribable aura, and it caused the expressions of everyone present to change drastically!
"Greetings, Patriarch."
Everyone in the hall knelt on the ground and respectfully called out.
Of course, only Ximen Qingcang was able to receive such treatment.
Ximen Qingcang held his walking stick and walked into the hall step by step.
At the same time, Ke Hua and the others followed him into the hall.
What surprised everyone was that Ye Hong's figure appeared in the crowd.
Everywhere Ximen Qingcang passed, everyone lowered their heads in fear.
Especially those who had raised their hands just now, their bodies were trembling all over.
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