"Did you kill them? What explanation does Lu Xingkong need to give?" Lu Xingkong was unmoved by Chu Xun's words, wearing an air of calm as though everything was under his control.
"Lu Xingkong, I'm going to dig out your heart and lungs and see if they're black. Otherwise, how could you do something so vicious and cruel, and say such heartless, faithless words? You sacrificed the Lu Clan, leaving hundreds to die beneath a chaotic storm of blades. Hundreds were displaced and left homeless—and many of them were even your own flesh and blood!"
"Lu Xingkong, don't you need to give them an explanation? Don't you need to account for your actions? Those victims of power, the terrible price they paid for your ambition—will no one hold you accountable for it?"
"Spring plowing, autumn harvest. If you don't toil to plant the seeds in spring, how could you possibly reap a harvest in autumn? From this day forth, the Lu Clan will completely break free of the Song Clan's constraints and the united suppression of the other clans. The Lu Clan will restore our ancestors' glory and become the foremost clan in the Xifeng Empire. Isn't such glory enough to make up for the Lu Clan's losses?"
"What about those lives? What about those dead clan members?"
"Lives?" Lu Xingkong looked at Chu Xun with a complicated expression and said, "How many lives has the Chu Clan sacrificed to seize power? The Song Clan lost this contest and was nearly wiped out. And the Cui Clan—if Cui Xichen hadn't acted decisively and willingly destroyed his cultivation to eliminate the threat, His Majesty would probably have sent an army to exterminate his entire family by now. Who among them doesn't care about human lives?"
"The strong prey on the weak.