"Father, this grade of spirit array doesn't seem to make sense, right?"
Song Qingluan looked at the middle-aged man in the leader's seat with a slightly displeased expression.
The middle-aged man chuckled and lightly said, "The mystic-grade spirit array's grade isn't considered low."
Seeing that Song Qingluan opened her mouth and still wanted to argue, the middle-aged man immediately used his eyes to signal for her to stop.
In front of so many clansmen, Song Qingluan had no choice but to give up.
After all, her father was the current head of the Song Family. In front of the clansmen, it was better not to let him lose face.
"It seems that I can only privately compensate Young Master Gu after this," Song Qingluan glanced at Gu Xi by the side and said to herself.
As the eldest daughter of the Song Family, she still had a few high-grade spirit arrays in her hands. When the time came, she could let Gu Xi choose one.