Spirit Source Land, inside Tianshu Tower.
Yang Zhengshan sat in Yang Chengye's study, likewise stroking his beard as he fell into thought.
The way things had developed had also exceeded his expectations. Wang Qiutang's utter recklessness had made him much more passive, forcing him to turn against Xuanqing Sect.
At that moment, he absolutely could not lower his banners and still his drums, much less back down. Otherwise, many people in Lingxiu Sea would look down on the Yang Family, and would target the Yang Family with even greater recklessness.
Therefore, he had to meet them head-on with force, matching Xuanqing Sect needle for needle, blade for blade.
The question now was how Xuanqing Sect would choose.
Would they choose to back down and give the Yang Family an explanation, or choose to draw a complete line between enemy and self with the Yang Family?
If Xuanqing Sect chose to yield, then everything could still be discussed.
But if Xuanqing Sect regarded the Yang Family as enemies and bandits, then the arrangements Spirit Source Land had made in Lingxiu Sea over these years would certainly be affected.
"Grandfather, this matter..." Yang Chengye asked softly.
Yang Zhengshan waved his hand. "It's fine. We only need to watch quietly and see how it changes!"
The initiative now lay in Xuanqing Sect's hands. Next, they only had to see what choice Xuanqing Sect made, while they themselves did not need to do anything at all.
Enemy or friend—it all depended on Xuanqing Sect's choice.
"Then... my marriage with Qianqian!" Yang Qinting said hesitantly.
He now had the same worries as Li Qianqian.
Yang Zhengshan chuckled. "What are you afraid of? At worst, your great-grandfather will help you snatch her back!"
Yang Qinting scratched his head somewhat awkwardly. "I still think it'd be better