The feather fan in Chiang Yu's hand suddenly stopped moving, Uncle Zhong's motion of drinking tea came to a halt, and everyone in Long Zaitian's faction looked as if they had seen a ghost; their previously smug expressions frozen instantly.
"Xiao Qing, what... you just said, is it true?" Chiang Yu was the first to recover, looking at An Yiqing with excitement, his eyes filled with anticipation and disbelief.
An Yiqing nodded with a light smile, "Uncle Chiang, you heard right, this is indeed true. I've already negotiated with those above, and as long as nothing harmful is done to the Xuanjin People during my tenure as the Head of Xuanqing Sect, the Xuanqing Sect will stand firm!"
