Come back alive.
Those few simple words were Song Changsheng's greatest hope for Song Qingxing.
This nephew of his was stubborn, fearless, fond of challenging the limits, and possessed an invincible heart devoted to the Dao.
People like that were the most likely to succeed, yet also the most likely to die young.
People always had this pursuit or that ambition. Even as an elder, he could not make decisions in his place, much less change his thoughts and aspirations.
All he could do was support him silently and do everything in his power to improve his chances of survival.
The rise of a clan should not consist solely of sacrifice and risk. It should also include support and shelter.
He himself had grown step by step beneath the clan's protection. Now that he had become the Song Clan's most flourishing great tree, he naturally had to shoulder the responsibilities that came with it.
"I will come back alive and shoulder the responsibility that belongs to me." Song Qingxing's voice was calm, yet powerful. Everyone present was unconsciously drawn to him.
Responsibility was something subtle and difficult to define. He had not understood it before, nor had he possessed such awareness, but amidst this great war with the Sea Race, something within him had suddenly clicked.
The Trial Road of the Boundless Sword Sect would be the last time in his life that he acted willfully.
Seeing the resolve in his eyes, Song Changsheng was speechless for a moment. He did not know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing for Song Qingxing. He only knew that the youth who had been sentenced to "death" from the very beginning had long since completed his transformation.
He placed both hands on his shoulders and, after pondering for a