"For example, for the past five hundred years, whenever disputes have arisen over the Kang Jin and Wei Huo blessed lands between the descendants of the Eight Monarchs and the master-disciple lineage, our Shao clan has had to send its Disciples to garrison the areas and offer our support."
Jiang Yi remained silent, a faint golden gleam rising in the depths of his eyes as if he were secretly judging the truth of Shao Guansu's words.
"I previously overstepped my bounds to test you, Daoist, because I knew that once you take charge of the Changming Heavenly Lake, you are bound to become a thorn in the side of prosperous clans like the Luo, Zhou, and Pang."
Shao Guansu decided to lay everything bare to show his sincerity:
"At that time, I fear my Shao clan, much like He Shouzhen, would be used by them as a sacrificial pawn to test your measure."
Jiang Yi paused the motion of his finger tapping on the low table. His voice was calm, but every word was crystal clear:
