Song Xianming let out a soft sigh. It had finally come time to pick a side.
To be honest, he didn't want to choose any of them. The Song Clan couldn't afford to offend any of the factions—not the distant Celestial Vein Sect, nor the weakest power, Luoxia City.
This was a game for the great powers, a strategic gamble. The only way for a small clan to survive was to navigate the fissures between them, staying on everyone's good side.
But it was clear they had no intention of letting the Song Clan sit on the fence. The three of them had blocked all his paths of retreat. At a time like this, hesitation was the most dangerous thing of all.
With barely a moment's thought, Song Xianming looked at the group and smiled. "Luoxia City has guarded the border for all these years, shielding the cultivators of Daqi from countless storms. Everyone owes them a debt of gratitude for that. I personally believe Luoxia City's request is not unreasonable."
