Wang Feng coldly stared at Mu Leng, who was controlled by the White Corpse King.
"Elder Mu Leng, are you out of your mind? I am here today as a Honorary Councilor of the Ancient Capital and a Honorary Councilor of Hangzhou to demand an explanation from the Mu Clan. I represent the will of the Magic Association! Are you talking to me about magic treaties now? Are you questioning the authority of the Magic Association?"
At this moment, Han Ji slowly spoke:
"If any of you from Mount Mu Pang are dissatisfied with the hero of the Ancient Capital, you can appeal to the Supreme Magic Association."
"However, I have already reported the attitude of the Mu Clan's Elders Council to the Supreme Magic Association—you not only question the achievements of the Ancient Capital's hero but also refuse to cooperate with the investigation. This behavior makes it difficult not to suspect that you might be involved with the remnants of the Black Holy See."
Han Ji's words were like a heavy hammer, instantly pushing the situation to a more severe level.
As the President of the Clock Tower Magic Association after the Ancient Capital Calamity, and a core executor in the extermination of the Cardinal Cardinal Salang, every word he spoke carried immense weight.
If these words, combined with Wang Feng's recording from the meeting, were to spread, the Mu Clan would find it difficult to quell public anger, even if they disowned the Mu Ningxue lineage.
At that time, the Mu Clan would not only fall from the three great noble clans but might even become an object of national scorn, becoming like rats scurrying across the street.
Overnight, the Mu Clan's reputation would completely collapse, with no chance of recovery.
"Cough, cough, that's too serious, too serious."
A middle-aged man arrived late, bypassing the elders, passing by the White Corpse King, Nine Nether Queen, and Red Skull Demon Lord, and walked to Han Ji and Lu Huan.
"Hmph, Mu Dao, if you didn't come out, I would really think there isn't a single normal person left in your Mu Clan!" Han Ji said, annoyed.
Mu Dao chuckled dryly, "Didn't I just come out of seclusion..."
His gaze swept over Mu Fangzhou, who was pinned to the ground and unable to move, and Mu Leng, who was slowly being corroded by death energy, without much expression on his face.
Then, his gaze fell on Pang Lai, who was watching the show from the side: "Chief, you were the first to know about this matter, why didn't you try to dissuade them?"
"The people of your Mu Clan have no brains themselves, and you blame me for not dissuading them?" Pang Lai retorted.
Mu Dao understood the whole story the moment he saw Pang Lai's attitude.
He took a deep breath and tentatively asked, "Then... what did the Speaker say?"
"The Speaker said he's busy and told your Mu Clan to handle it yourselves," Pang Lai said indifferently.
The implication was that Shao Zheng couldn't be bothered to listen, and he wouldn't interfere no matter what happened to the Mu Clan.
Mu Dao smiled bitterly, nodded, and said, "I understand."
Then Mu Dao walked up to Wang Feng:
"Wang Councilor, I am Mu Dao, a Councilor of the Supreme Judgment Association. It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person..."
"Speak your mind, don't beat around the bush!"
Wang Feng showed no respect to Mu Dao; rather, he had no need to show respect to anyone at this moment.
Mu Dao's mouth twitched. He suppressed the displeasure in his heart and said in a low voice:
"Wang Councilor, this matter was indeed handled poorly by our Mu Clan. I apologize to you on behalf of the Mu Clan."
With that, he bowed deeply to Wang Feng.
"Save it. Since I came to the Mu Clan with such a grand display, it's not just to hear an apology from you," Wang Feng said coldly.
Facing Wang Feng's unyielding attitude, Mu Dao felt an immense headache.
"Wang Councilor, may I speak with you privately?" Mu Dao asked.
"You may."
...
Wang Feng and Mu Dao walked to the side:
"Speak, what is it?"
Mu Dao's face was full of helplessness, his voice tinged with weariness:
"It's true that Mu Leng acted improperly, but Wang Councilor, you were too impulsive. Bringing the Black Totem Snake to Mount Mu Pang, once this gets out, the feud between you and the Mu Clan will be completely cemented."
Wang Feng chuckled at his words: "If I were afraid of your Mu Clan, would I have brought the Black Totem Snake? Just the Black Totem Snake and three Undead Monarchs are enough to slaughter everyone on Mount Mu Pang!"
Upon hearing this, several black lines immediately appeared on Mu Dao's forehead.
What bothered him most was Wang Feng's unyielding nature.
Yet, the strength and identity Wang Feng displayed prevented the Mu Clan from acting rashly.
Moreover, Mu Leng was indeed in the wrong first in this matter. If that recording were to be released, the Mu Clan would likely be branded with the label of 'being involved with the Black Holy See,' which was a consequence the Mu Clan could not bear.
And Wang Feng not releasing the recording immediately, but instead coming to Mount Mu Pang in person, indicated that there was still room for maneuver.
The Totem Black Snake was Wang Feng's bargaining chip, but the old folks of the Mu Clan were only concerned with their pride and completely failed to realize the seriousness of the problem.
If he hadn't arrived in time, Mount Mu Pang would probably already be flowing with blood.
"Yes, yes, Wang Councilor is indeed very capable." Mu Dao sighed and continued:
"The matter has already escalated enough. Let's stop here. I will help you appease the anger of the Elders Council, and the Mu Clan will no longer interfere in Mu Ningxue's affairs."
Wang Feng, however, shook his head, his gaze sharply fixed on Mu Dao:
"Councilor Mu Dao, I have a question for you."
For some reason, when Mu Dao saw Wang Feng's expression, he felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, as if facing a supreme monarch.
He swallowed hard and managed to say, "You... you speak."
Wang Feng took a deep breath, his mental power enveloping his voice, which clearly reached everyone's ears.
"Councilor Mu Dao, as a Councilor of the Supreme Judgment Association, you naturally know the inside story of the Ancient Capital Calamity. Then I ask you, who was it that instigated the Ancient Capital Calamity, attempting to plunge the Ancient Capital into the encirclement of the Undead Empire?"
Mu Dao frowned, although he didn't understand why Wang Feng was asking this widely known question.
But he still replied, "Cardinal—Cardinal Salang."
"How was Cardinal Salang's true identity discovered?"
"You, Wang Councilor, found it out."
"How did Cardinal Salang die?"
"President Han Ji set a trap and personally killed her."
"After the calamity, what glory did I receive in the Ancient Capital?"
"Ancient Capital... Honorary Councilor."
At this point, Mu Dao's face had already turned very grim.
As a member of the Mu Clan, recalling the Mu Clan's attitude towards Wang Feng, a trace of guilt couldn't help but rise in his heart.
Not only Mu Dao, but even the Mu Clan mages and elders lowered their heads one after another.
However, Wang Feng's questioning did not stop.
"How was the Ancient Capital rescued?"
"It was because the Undead Empire retreated..."
"Then why did the Undead Empire retreat?"
"You entered the Calamity Abyss and persuaded the Ancient King to abandon his plan to engulf the Ancient Capital..."
After receiving Mu Dao's answer, a mocking smile appeared on Wang Feng's lips.
His gaze swept towards the Mu Clan elders, and he coldly questioned:
"Cardinal Salang's true identity was discovered by me, the Calamity Abyss was entered by me, and the Ancient Capital was saved by me! I want to ask you old fogeys, what did you do?
After the calamity ended, besides cruelly abandoning the Bo City lineage, what else did you do? Now you're questioning my contributions in the Ancient Capital?"
With that, Wang Feng pressed the silver voice recorder in his hand, and Mu Leng's arrogant voice sounded once again.
Wang Feng scanned the room and found that the members of the Elders Council all had ashen faces, as if they had eaten something difficult to swallow.
Behind Wang Feng, the Black Totem Snake and the three Undead Monarchs watched menacingly, making the Mu Clan members dare not make the slightest rash move.