"Song Changsheng, Song Changsheng—just how many more tricks do you have!"
Watching the disciple-taking ceremony proceed, Chen Zhongfang's expression was complicated.
When Su Ding had fallen, he had once solemnly warned them that if they chose to become enemies with Song Changsheng, they had to exhaust everything they had to kill him.
If they were not confident they could kill him in a single strike, then they should not provoke him, because his talent was simply too terrifying. Making an enemy of someone like that was an exceedingly dangerous thing.
The wisdom of survival lay in not making unnecessary enemies. So long as it did not cross one's bottom line, one should invest in and befriend talented young people.
Although there had been some conflicts between the Song Clan and the Golden Crow Sect, Su Ding had already resolved them. Moreover, Song Changsheng had been tactful, constantly expanding outward without touching their original foundations.
Overall, the two sides had remained fairly harmonious over the years.
As time passed, he admired Su Ding's sharp foresight more and more.
Back then, Song Changsheng had yet to display such monstrous talent and connections.
If he had not listened to Su Ding's dying words and had continued employing a high-pressure policy against the Song Clan, it was truly hard to say what the Golden Crow Sect's future would have been.
"Brother Chen, it seems Great Qi is truly about to see the heavens change. You and I must make plans as soon as possible," Shi Potian said gloomily.
They had originally intended to compete with Song Changsheng at this gathering for the right to lead the future resistance against the Golden-Eyed Demon Kingdom's invasion. Once that was done, these two old guys could retreat behind the scenes in peace and enter seclusion to cultivate.