A calm yet faintly indifferent voice drifted down from the mountaintop. The previously clamorous Heavenly Dragon Peak fell silent at once.
Everyone's gaze turned in unison toward the source of the voice.
His face was like polished jade, with sword brows and starry eyes. Dressed in white whiter than snow, he rose and fell amid the Sea of Clouds. There was not the slightest fear on his face—only the stillness of dead water.
"It's the Protector Elder." Someone cried out in alarm, revealing the newcomer's identity.
"Yuqing?" Song Tianyuan's heart gave an involuntary tremor.
"Grand Elder." Song Yuqing held his fan and bowed respectfully. Then, looking at Song Wuji, Song Jiyuan, and the others, whose eyes darted away, he said calmly, "You all need not argue any further. I'll go."
"Protector Elder, you can't!" A group of Brocade Banner elders turned pale with shock. After Song Mushang had been crippled, Song Yuqing was the Brocade Banner's most promising candidate to break through to the Golden Core Stage within the next hundred years. If he went to serve as a hostage, both his future and the Brocade Banner's future would be utterly ruined.
"Elder, please reconsider."
"Protector Elder, please reconsider!"
The surrounding disciples and deacons dropped to their knees in a great swath, pleading in unison. In the past hundred years, the Brocade Banner had rarely been so united.
"Yuqing, the family's mistakes should not be borne by you. This is all this old man's fault. Step back. Let this old man fight him. Even if I cast aside this broken body, I will not let him take a single step onto Heavenly Dragon Peak," Song Tianyuan said gravely.
Although Song Yuqing's talent was inferior to Song Mushang's, Song Tianyuan had always thought more highly of Song Yuqing. His temperament destined