Looking at Song Yuqing kneeling before him, Song Changsheng felt a great deal. This was already the second time Yuqing had bowed his head to him, and both times had been because of the same person.
Originally, he had held little interest in Yu Xinchou, but now he could not help wondering what sort of person he was, to make Song Yuqing go this far for him.
"What exactly does he possess that makes you value him so highly?"
"He was born a Loose Cultivator, but he is unquestionably a genius. He has studied curse arts for less than thirty years, yet he is already a Third-Tier Curse Master. In the future, he may well advance further and become a fourth-tier Curse Master, a rarity in this world.
"What is even more precious is that he is loyal and righteous, and his word weighs a thousand gold. Yuqing believes these are the rarest qualities in the world.
"If I had not kept him in the clan back then, he might already be living with his wife like a pair of lovebirds, a couple blessed as immortals.
"What he has suffered now ultimately began because of me. I ask that True Lord show mercy. Yuqing would be deeply grateful." Though Song Yuqing seemed to be explaining, every word was in fact selling Yu Xinchou to Song Changsheng.
How could Song Changsheng fail to grasp his meaning? To be honest, after Song Yuqing's "sales pitch," he was genuinely rather interested in Yu Xinchou.
"The clan does not encourage this sort of thing."
He reached out and "hauled" Song Yuqing up from the ground, then waved a hand to summon a wisp of Qingfeng that brushed away the dirt and dust clinging to his robes. Chuckling, he said, "Since you praise him so