"You refuse the wine!" Song Taichong's face darkened. Looking at his daughter's grief-stricken expression, he felt a sudden surge of murderous intent.
Song Ziqing seemed to sense what her father was thinking and begged, "Father, please, don't kill him."
"Hmph!"
Song Taichong said coldly, "Just what kind of bewitching potion did that brat give you? He doesn't even want you, yet you still defend him so fiercely? In just a few short days, could it be that you've truly fallen in love with him?"
Song Ziqing said, "Young Master Lu... Lu Yang has no enmity toward our Void Blade Sect. Father, even if I don't like him, there's no need for our Void Blade Sect to make an enemy of the Shanhetal!"
Song Taichong sighed. "Qing'er, I've protected you too well all these years. That's why you're so naïve. Is Lu Yang the only person in the Shanhetal? What do you think Wu Shentong is there for? Even if Lu Yang truly appreciates your feelings and refuses to attack our Void Blade Sect, once the Shanhetal produces a Venerable, do you think our sect will still be able to get any resources in Qing Province?"
"Father, I'm begging you—spare his life!" Song Ziqing knelt on the ground, clinging to Song Taichong's arm as she sobbed. "As long as you don't kill him, even if you cripple his cultivation and turn him into an ordinary person, I... I would be content."
"Ah!" Looking at his weeping daughter, Song Taichong felt no better. "Do you think I want to kill him? If he were willing to join our Void Blade Sect, then my position as sect master and everything the sect possesses—including you, Qing'er—would all be his."
As he spoke, Song Taichong's expression suddenly turned cold. "But a peerless genius like him,