The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor

As she spoke, the phoenix eyes seemingly emitted an aura that was both mighty and noble.

At that instant, the Carrot Demon seemed to have witnessed the real appearance of the noble Ancient Phoenix that none can encroach!

He lowered his head, causing the carrot leaves to block his vision.

Seeing that the Carrot Demon had acted so cutely, Lord Little Yan continued the rare occurrence and continued speaking.

Seeing that the Carrot Demon receiving the education well and not having much to say, she nodded with satisfaction before turning her body. A divine light seems to have flashed through the phoenix eyes at that moment….

Ji Mo Clan.

The courtyard of the Ji Mo Clan Patriarch, Ji Mo Wu Chang.

The core members of the Ji Mo Clan, the elders, have all gathered.

The courtyard was encapsulated by a dense melancholy.

Ji Mo Wu Chang was lying on his bed. Although his face looked normal, his hair and beard had turned entirely white. Except for his face, the exposed skin at his neck and wrist were all wrinkled and aged.

This was a sign of one's lifespan reaching the end.

Great Elders such as Ji Mo Yi Fan, Ji Mo Kai Yuan, Ji Mo Wu Xin were all sitting around the bedside, while the other elders were standing slightly further away. All of them were wearing worried expressions.

It was Ji Mo Wu Chang, the one that was about to die, that appeared well and displayed a peaceful expression.

He spoke after coughing a couple of times: "My lifespan is ending, at most till the end of this month. Do the elders have any suggestions regarding the future arrangements of the Ji Mo Clan?"

Ji Mo Kai Yuan was the most indifferent as he had always avoided getting involved with worldly affairs. He only looked at Ji Mo Wu Chang with sadness before he had to lower his head as his eyes were turning red.

It was Ji Mo Wu Xin that revealed a hidden excitement despite displaying a sorrowful face. He quickly replied when Ji Mo Wu Chang spoke: "The most crucial matter is to confirm the next clan patriarch. This is an important decision that will affect the clan's future of the coming thousand and ten thousand years."

Ji Mo Yi Fan gave Ji Mo Wu Chang a cold glare before laughing sarcastically: "The next patriarch has been decided long ago. Brat Ya is the one that all of us have agreed upon from the start, why are we still appointing? Who to appoint?"

The words immediately brought about concurring voices from several elders.

Ji Mo Wu Xin's old face turned black and rebutted: "The past is the past. Brat Ya's realm used to be high and can hold the Ji Mo Clan up. Now, he has been riddled with sickness since waking from the injuries he suffered during the great war. His cultivation has not been restored and could only barely stay at Late-Stage Mystic Spirit Master, how can he handle this heavy responsibility?"

The elders recalled how Ji Mo Ya had been sickly ever since he woke up. Half a year has gone by, yet Ji Mo Ya seems to be in bed at all times. Even during the times when he did leave the bed, it was to take a walk in the courtyard.

The number one young master of the past was becoming a cripple. Even if the heavy responsibilities of the Clan Patriarch were to be passed to him, he might still be unable to serve the clan!

At that moment, a few elders started nodding in agreement.

The Ji Mo Clan was no longer as prestigious as before. It cannot appoint a Mystic Spirit Master as Clan Patriarch else they would not be able to stand tall amongst the Eight Great Clans!

Ji Mo Yi Fan sneered: "Why did Brat Ya receive such severe injuries at that time, did everyone forget? Everything aside, let us just talk about the younger generation, who has accumulated as many contributions to the clan as him? The reason the Ji Mo Clan can still stand above the Nan Gong Clan is all because of Brat Ya's contributions in the past, what do people respect? For our Ji Mo Clan, he was separated from his wife and child, his body was also destroyed. He gave his everything to our clan, yet when the scheduled position of clan patriarch is here, it is not given to him! Can all of you bear the heart?"

Those words were like a loud slap to the faces of the elders who had supported Ji Mo Wu Xin, turning those faces red from the pain.