Dancing on the Edge of a Blade

Inside an inner-chamber in the Heavenly Fiend Tiger Clan, the lamplight was dim.

Ling Ninehills stood with his hands by the side, appearing very respectful.

"Ninehills, your performance this time is very good! That Flowing Light Clan brat is indeed somewhat unusual. If we let him become the young patriarch, our Heavenly Fiend Tiger Clan will likely be beyond hope in the future." Under the dim lantern light, a powerhouse whose face could not be seen clearly.

White Light's sudden emergence gave the Heavenly Fiend Tiger Clan a massive headache toe.

These few years, the Heavenly Fiend Tiger Clan had quite a number of exceptionally talented geniuses all fall at White Light's hands. This made their young generation's strength suffer heavy losses.

Ling Ninehills was overjoyed inwardly the moment he heard and hurriedly said, "Head Elder is too kind! Serving the clan is originally what people of our group should do!"