After the impassioned speech from the figure in the communication stone ended, the Lin Clan Ancestral Hall fell utterly silent. One could have heard a needle hit the ground.
"Ahem!"
The man responsible for relaying the message cleared his throat and said emotionally, "I don't know what you elders think, but I believe them. Follow those two, and we'll have a present, a future, something to strive for, passion, and hot blood! Rather than cower here and leave everything to fate, we should take a gamble, fight our way out of a bloody path, escape into the heavens, reach a territory that belongs to us, and carve out a sky for the Sword God Lin Clan!"
When he relayed Li Tianming's words earlier, he had infused them with his own emotions, invisibly making them all the more stirring.
Now, he was extremely nervous as he waited for these elders of the Ancestral Hall, the people who held the lifeblood of the Lin Clan in their hands, to give their answer!
Lin Xiao, Lin Xiong, Lin Changkong, Lin Chongyao... all of them raised their heads. As they looked at one another, they found that every pair of eyes was bloodshot.
Blood vessels webbed across them.
"Good! What a line—'No ancestor would wish to see their descendants live forever beneath the shelter of their blessings!' What a line—'Fight our way out through a road of blood'! So young, yet such spirit, such vision, such understanding! A boy barely a hundred years old can see through something that we old fellows, who have lived for thousands of years and stand before our ancestors' memorial tablets every day, have failed to see! How disappointed must our forefathers be in us?"
From the very beginning, Lin Changkong had advocated abandoning the Infinitum Swordsea and taking