"Far too rash."
Song Gudú said Lu Xingkong's way of handling the matter was "far too rash." The implication was that Lu Xingkong had misunderstood Chu Xun.
Chu Xun's accusation was not necessarily wrong. Li Mu Yang might truly be an evil dragon.
"Li Mu Yang is truly an evil dragon?"
This thought arose in the minds of many present.
Everyone knew that if Chu Xun alone had stepped forward and accused Li Mu Yang of being a member of the dragon race, they would only have thought it was "a child speaking without restraint," or that "a hairless mouth couldn't be trusted."
They would have taken it as a joke, or assumed there was some deeper motive behind the attack.
Although they would not get involved, neither would they take Chu Xun's words seriously. Beneath the heavens of Shenzhou, where could there still be dragons?
The Nine Nations of Shenzhou had countless brave warriors. Yet who had ever found a true dragon? Who had ever risen to become the dragon-slaying hero watched by the whole world?
But if those words came from Song Gudú's mouth, their weight was entirely different.
A lineage that had lasted ten thousand years, a colossal clan that had towered for a thousand.
The Song Clan had been endowed with far too many dazzling halos and mysterious colors.
Before Xifeng was founded, the Song Clan had already been a regional hegemon.
Or rather, during the earlier Eastern Sui and Western Sui eras, and even earlier during the Taikang and Wildfire dynasties, the Song Clan had already been a force no one dared ignore.
After the founding emperor established the Xifeng Empire, he had sought to win over the Song Clan by taking the initiative to ask for a marriage alliance, wishing to marry a Song