"Ah?"
"Uh?"
"Hmm?"
No one in the hall had expected that, in the middle of speaking so properly, Song Gongming would suddenly blurt out such a line. They were all stunned.
Seeing them freeze up,
Song Gongming struck while the iron was hot and spoke again.
"Everyone... these past years, Divine Blade Manor has lived in humiliation."
"In Wantu Kingdom, Divine Blade Manor has never taken the initiative to stir up trouble. As for the family's disciples, I have repeatedly stressed that they must keep a low profile in all they do."
"The family disciples have all been obedient and promising as well. Whenever they went out, they watched their words and actions, never relying on Divine Blade Manor's name to bully the weak or swagger about in arrogance."
"But even so... Divine Blade Manor still could not escape the taboo of being too conspicuous!"
"Not only has Divine Blade Manor become a thorn in everyone's eye throughout Wantu Kingdom—I endured that. But what you do not know is that even so, my son Song Wujie was still struck through in the name of a martial contest, his Battle Soul pierced through..."
At this point,
Song Gongming's voice had begun to choke with sobs. Bright tears rolled from his eyes, making the sight unbearable to behold.
"Everyone, can you understand my humiliation?"
"My, Song Gongming's, talent is limited. Being barely able to cultivate to the Dharma Form Realm in this life is already my limit; I have reached the end of the road, and I have accepted it... But my son Song Wujie is different!"
"He is only twenty-nine, yet his cultivation had already reached the peak of the Spirit Cocoon Realm, and he had even cultivated the Divine Blade Battle Soul... He should have had a future, and his