Song Lang had died in battle, and the entire Kirin Army had been annihilated.
Such news was a cataclysm even for a top-tier lineage like the Song family.
Song Gudú wore a sorrowful expression. After a long silence, he rasped, "I was the one who got him killed. If I hadn't ordered him to pursue that evil dragon, he wouldn't have met with disaster. I was the one who got Song Lang killed."
"Grandfather, don't blame yourself. This has nothing to do with you." Song Tao hurriedly tried to comfort him. "Song Lang was a general and a warrior of the Empire. Shedding blood to slay the enemy was a warrior's duty, and warriors could be killed by the enemy at any moment."
"That may be true, but..." Song Gudú sighed softly, withdrew the golden ball above his head, and then rose from the hot spring. "In the end, I've still lost a good grandson."
"Grandfather..."
"If Li Mu Yang lives, the Song family dies. If Li Mu Yang dies, the Song family lives." Song Gudú gazed at the snow swirling in the distance and said, "That is fate."
"Grandfather, is Li Mu Yang really a dragon?"
When his grandfather did not answer and merely looked at him thoughtfully, Song Tao broke into a cold sweat. He hurriedly explained, "I'm not trying to defy you or doubt what you said, Grandfather. It's just that Chenxi has always said dragons cannot possibly exist in this world. Perhaps I was influenced by her, which is why I asked. But since you say there are dragons, then there must certainly be dragons. I never imagined that after disappearing for ten thousand years, the dragon race would appear in the human world again. It's truly hateful."
"How is Chenxi?"
"Chenxi is fine. She's recuperating