Golden Core Discourse

"It seemed the information we uncovered back then was correct. This Song Clan and the Brocade Banner Song Clan truly were one family. Looking at how the Song Clan used to live, it is only natural that things between them would come to this point." Bai Yan took a shallow sip of spirit wine and spoke blandly.

"They missed out on a True Dragon." Bai Zimou also held Song Changsheng in extremely high regard.

"The Brocade Banner Song Clan is now like a towering tree. It appears lush and flourishing, yet the roots buried deep underground have long since rotted away, and even its thick branches have been hollowed out.

"Perhaps all it will take is for someone to give it a gentle push, and it will come crashing down.

"By contrast, the Wangyue Song Clan has sparse branches and shallow roots, but it brims with vigorous, upward-surging vitality and life force. Overtaking them is merely a matter of time."

Hearing this, Bai Zimou gave no response, tacitly accepting Bai Yan's assessment.

The Song Clan's rate of development in recent years had been plain for all to see. It could only be described with the word "monstrous"—in a hundred years, they had achieved what other forces took a thousand years to accomplish.

Sometimes, they could not help but wonder whether the Song Clan had received Heaven's favor.

"What I am curious about now is how the Brocade Banner Song Clan will respond to Fellow Daoist Zixu's declaration of war. Will they swallow this insult in silence, or will they launch a full-scale invasion?" Bai Yan gently swirled the wine cup in her hand, a hint of anticipation on her face.

"No matter what they choose, as long as they do not involve our sect, that is enough." Bai Zimou drained