Meanwhile.
Across the ocean, in a magnificent hall on a certain island.
Dongfang Qing sat in the main seat, looking somewhat impatient.
How come there was still no news from Nangong Que after all these days?
If he didn't receive a reply soon, he was going to be driven mad by these old fogies who wouldn't stop pestering him about carrying on their bloodline!
The three old men beneath him were oblivious to their master's internal complaints.
The leader, an old man with white hair and using a cane, spoke tremblingly, "Family Head, even if you don't consider us old men, you should at least consider the Dongfang family, right? The Dongfang family hasn't produced a Lord of Destiny for a hundred years. If we don't address the issue of successors, we will completely lose our position as the head of the Four Ancient Great Families!"