Sheng Wuyou finished speaking.
Song Sheng Chaoying's expression shifted unpredictably. "Fine! Send someone to find Lu Chengwen, cripple his skills, and take him out to hand over to Tianwu."
Sheng Wuyou nodded. "You've finally said something sensible. But... what's truly terrifying about Lu Chengwen isn't his martial skill at all. With his amateurish kung fu, the fact that he's survived on the battlefield is purely because... our younger generation... is too weak."
Sheng Wuyou sighed. "My opinion is that after this battle, the Elder Council needs to revise the selection rules. Fewer of those people who get onstage through back doors. Also, in the short term, we need to accept the reality that our status will decline and our influence will weaken. Give the Four Great Families more power and more freedom."
Song Sheng Chaoying's face darkened. "Wouldn't that only indulge them even more!?"
Sheng Wuyou looked at him. "Do you have any other way? One Jiang Family has almost made us lose all face. Do you still have the ability to handle another family? Among the people here, who dares go and clash with White Branch alone? Or Xia Yongnian?"
Song Sheng Chaoying irritably waved a hand. "Sir, all of that is for later. We should deal with what's in front of us first."
Sheng Wuyou continued resting with his eyes closed and said nothing more.
Song Sheng Chaoying said, "Lin Jiangxian, you go. Or you go. Find Lu Chengwen, cripple him, and bring him out to hand over to Tianwu."
At that moment, someone walked in leaning on a cane. "How about I go?"
Everyone looked over. Ugly Slave walked in with his first disciple.
Ugly Slave was still draped in a cloak, his ugly face carrying an almost mocking smile. "Didn't someone say before that the most