To Song Changsheng's surprise, he did not receive a response from the Brocade Banner Song Clan. Instead, another group of envoys from the Brocade Banner Song Clan arrived first.
Following behind the Song Clan deacon, Song Zhexuan and the others made their way toward the Song Clan's main hall step by step.
"Everyone, please go inside and wait for now. Someone has already been sent to inform the Patriarch and the Great Elder," the deacon said coldly.
"Thank you for your trouble." Song Zhexuan's expression was complicated. This was his third visit to the Wangyue Song Clan, and in the mere span of a few decades, the contrast had become far too great.
Once inside the main hall, there was not only no one to receive them—there was not even a cup of hot tea. The group sat there, staring at one another with wide eyes.
After waiting for a while, one of the accompanying cultivators could not help complaining to Song Zhexuan, "Elder, aren't they being far too rude?"
Song Zhexuan shook his head slightly. "Say no more. We were in the wrong first, after all. Do not forget Heavenly Origin Old Ancestor's instructions before we departed."
"You heard it on the way here as well. The Wangyue Song Clan has declared its withdrawal from the clan and even intends to wage war against it. Will they truly sit down and negotiate with us calmly? I'm afraid not."
"Exactly. It would be one thing if the talks fell through. What we fear is that they might harbor other intentions and refuse to let us leave."
The envoy group was filled with anxiety. The current situation had somewhat exceeded their earlier expectations, and at this moment, they were already beginning to regret coming here.
They had originally set out almost