The Yellow-robed Woman, who had been immersed in grief, immediately flew into a rage upon hearing this. She snapped, "Every one of you is old enough to be Brother Song's grandfather, yet you want to join forces against a junior. Have you no shame?"
Song Qingshu rubbed his nose. He knew the Yellow-robed Woman was worried about him, but why did her words make it sound as though he had been taken advantage of?
Tianshan Tonglao's face flushed. Given her pride, joining forces with Fu Yaohong against Song Qingshu had already been embarrassing enough. Now she was expected to join even more people, including a Grandmaster of the same level as him. She truly could not bring herself to do it.
Fu Yaohong wore an ambiguous smile. Coming from the Demonic Cult, ganging up on the few with the many was commonplace to her, and she felt no psychological burden over it. However, she had personally seen Song Qingshu fight three Grandmasters alone in Karakorum City and still escape with his life. She truly could not be sure whether their group would be enough to deal with him. Besides, the two sides had shared some measure of friendship in Karakorum City. Was there really a need to tear things apart completely?
The calmest people present were the Three Du. Back at the Lion-Slaying Tournament, the three of them had joined forces and used the Vajra Subduing Demon Formation against Zhang Wuji. Once something had been done for the first time, doing it again became much easier.
"Amitabha." The Sweeping Monk's eyes were filled with guilt as well. "This female benefactor is right to reprimand us."
Then he looked at Song Qingshu. "Benefactor Song, you surely understand the enmity between our Guo family and the Zhao family. The Zhao family wronged