The warm, bright sunlight shone on Song Changsheng's face, making him squint. He knew without looking back that Song Xianming hadn't followed. He would have to walk the path ahead alone.
Stepping out of the great hall and into the plaza, he felt Song Xianyun's relieved and eager gaze, heard hundreds of Song Clan Members cheering in unison, and saw the glistening tears in the corners of Xia Yunxue's eyes.
He also saw the solemn-faced Song Qingxi, Zhuang Yuechan standing in the crowd, and Little Lingyun clutching Jin Xuan, refusing to let go...
Their faces were filled with joy, and their eyes shone with anticipation.
A sudden gust of wind billowed the flags embroidered with the clan emblem, and robes snapped in the wind. At that very moment, the doubt in his heart seemed to resolve itself.
In the great hall, kneeling on a prayer mat before the ancestral tablets of the previous Clan Leaders, many things had weighed on his mind.
