You naturally understood Zhang Wu Ji's eagerness to rush home, but you stopped him.
Because you knew the plot well, you knew that your father, Song Yuan Qiao, had probably already agreed to Abbess Miejue of Emei's request. He was currently leading the Wudang Seven Heroes and a group of Third Generation Disciples toward Kunlun, preparing to join Shaolin, Emei, and the other Five Great Sects in besieging the Bright Summit of the Ming Cult.
Even if you went back now, you would probably miss them. You might as well wait here near Kunlun.
As for stopping the Six Great Sects from besieging the Bright Summit?
You knew it was a plot by the Yuan Court, intended to wipe out the Ming Cult and the Six Great Sects—these unstable martial arts forces—in one fell swoop.
But you were insignificant now. Unless you revealed your full strength and summoned your grandmaster, Zhang San Feng, who was currently in secluded cultivation while creating a new technique, your father and several martial uncles would not listen to you. The other Five Great Sects would listen even less.
Especially your sixth martial uncle, Yin Liting. Ever since his fiancée, Ji Xiaofu, had died, he went mad whenever he heard the words "Ming Cult." This time, he had probably been the one to persuade your father, Song Yuan Qiao, to agree to attack the Bright Summit.
Naturally, you did not tell Zhang Wu Ji about these things you knew in advance. Instead, you falsely claimed that you had received word that both your fathers were heading toward Kunlun, and that the two of you only needed to wait patiently here.
Besides, even if you went back now, you would not see his parents. You would only make a wasted trip.
Although Zhang Wu Ji was