BANG!
"Du Huating, the Song Clan is about to make their move! How much longer is Chang Wudao going to take? Is he going to wait until we're all dead before he breaks through?"
Inside the discussion hall on Baiyun Peak, Qiu Tianyang's face was beet red. He roared at Du Huating, who sat calmly in the head seat, his usual composure completely gone.
The others also wore grim expressions. News that the Song Clan was preparing for war had arrived long ago, but Chang Wudao, their last hope, had shown no signs of activity. They were growing restless.
Du Huating remained placid, not at all angered by Qiu Tianyang's insolence. He said calmly, "Is this how frightened you all become the moment the Song Clan makes a move?
We had an agreement: hold out for half a year. Once that time is up, if the Sect Leader still hasn't broken through, you are all free to do as you please.
