Before Ji Shinian had even finished speaking, Song Changsheng had already vanished without a trace.
Seeing this situation, he could not help saying helplessly, "The meat is already in the pot. Is there really any need to be in such a hurry?"
Though he said that, he could very well understand Song Changsheng's feelings at the moment. The Song Clan's foundation was simply too shallow. Even counting the [Brocade Banner], its history only added up to ten thousand years at most.
Yet the [Brocade Banner] was currently at its lowest ebb in the past several thousand years. They had a vast population, but only one Golden Core Cultivator, Song Yuqing, and there were not many promising talents below her.
A family's ten-thousand-year foundation was difficult to uphold with only one or two people. Even if it could barely be sustained, it would lack sufficient resilience against danger. The Qu Clan of Great Zhou was the finest example.
By his observation, among the Song Clan's younger generation, only Song Xingyuan could be considered a top-tier genius.
Song Yuqing, Xu Miaoyin, Song Youfu, Song Youlin, Song Jingxiao, and the others were also geniuses, but judging from their current performances, they could only be ranked in the second echelon. Without the blessing of luck, Song Youfu might not even make it into the second echelon.
Song Qingxing was not bad either, but Ji Shinian personally did not think highly of him. What was too rigid was easily broken; his future ceiling was truly hard to say.
Most crucially, he was less than ten years younger than Song Changsheng.
The foundation of a Nascent Soul great clan, meant to endure for ten thousand generations, could absolutely not be supported by these people alone.
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