"True Person, I think he was telling the truth. Given the kind of man he is, perhaps he had some hardship he could not speak of.
Please give me some time. I will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation." Song Yuqing dropped to one knee, his tone sincere to the utmost.
"You really do think highly of him."
Song Changsheng was slightly moved. This was the first time Song Yuqing had ever bent his knee before him.
"Fine. I'll leave him to you. As long as he cooperates, he can be spared from death."
He had originally had no intention of letting off this Curse Master who had stabbed them in the back from the shadows. Such people were simply too dangerous—killing without a trace, impossible to guard against, truly terrifying.
But after this incident, he felt there might indeed be some hidden circumstances. After all, killing Xu Miaoyin might have been somewhat difficult for the other party, but dealing with Song Jingxiao would have been no different from crushing an ant.
If the other party could offer a reason convincing enough for him, and reveal everything he knew, then for Song Yuqing's sake, Song Changsheng would not mind sparing his life.
"Thank you, True Person, for granting this. Yuqing will never disappoint you!" Song Yuqing was overjoyed.
"You have one shichen."
With that, Song Changsheng left the hall with Song Youfu and the others, leaving the space to the two of them.
"It really was the work of the Brocade Banner. It was probably because Jing Xiao revealed his strength during the last trip to Myriad Manifestations Palace, drawing the attention of that bunch.
It seems the news of Ninth Great-Uncle taking first place in the Five Academies Grand Competition dealt that old dog Song Jiyuan quite a blow.