Song Yuanqiao said, "Qingshu is still young. He made a mistake, and as his father, I can only bear the punishment in his stead."
Hearing this, Abbess Miejue snorted coldly. "Sect Leader Song, your actions are righteous, but have you considered what the people of the martial world would think if you truly did this? Would they think that I, Miejue, am arrogant and domineering, forcing Sect Leader Song to mutilate himself here on Wudang grounds?"
As she spoke, Miejue thought of what had happened to Zhang Cuishan on Wudang Mountain last year.
She had clearly come in good faith to offer birthday congratulations, merely joining the other major sects in asking Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu a few questions. Yet after Zhang Cuishan spoke a few meaningless words, he severed his own heart meridian before the Six Major Sects.
Afterward, not only had the Heavenly Sword been withheld by Zhang Sanfeng, but she, Miejue, had also gained the reputation of being an overbearing woman who refused to let matters rest even when she held the moral high ground.
Thinking more deeply, she said, "Though I, Miejue, may act domineeringly, I do not enjoy having mud slung at me."
The moment those words were spoken, Song Yuanqiao immediately came to his senses and understood Miejue's meaning.
The two of them were not ordinary wandering martial artists, but the leaders of their respective sects.
Even a trivial matter, once spread through the martial world, could be endlessly magnified and damage their reputations.
What was more, Song Yuanqiao's actions just now had indeed been inappropriate.
Realizing how impulsive he had been, he spoke belatedly.
"Indeed, Song was not thorough enough in his consideration and failed to think so far ahead. I hope Shitai will forgive me."
Faced with Song Yuanqiao's sincere attitude