Xiong Yijun did not dare refute Feng Jun's words. He could only glance at his clan's ancestor... Won't you say something?
The Xiong Clan True Lord lowered his eyelids slightly, pretending not to notice his look.
He knew this junior of his clan was outstanding—quick-witted, eloquent, and, most rarely, possessed of great fearlessness. At critical moments, he was willing to risk everything. Though only at the Nascent Soul Initial Stage, he was truly the makings of a pillar of the clan.
What was hateful was that the enemy had come in such overwhelming force, yet there was not a single presentable person in the clan to deal with them. Some only knew cultivation, while others had more courage than social sense. Xiong Yijun was relatively the best value for the cost.
In truth, if his cultivation had not been somewhat lacking, the task would never have fallen to him. People would not merely have called him a "Soul Emergence prospect"; they would have unanimously recognized him as the pillar upon which the Xiong Clan would rise again.
Yet his cultivation truly was rather low. Some thought it unfair, but he had simply smiled and said, "Since I'm a prospective pillar, shouldn't I step forward when something happens? Besides, in a situation like this... it's not as if I'll definitely die, right?"
He had indeed done what a pillar ought to do, and he truly had not died immediately. Everything had progressed so smoothly.
Yet just as everything was about to be settled, the other side brought up the old demand again, requiring him to kill himself.
At that moment, his heart turned to ashes. All he could think was... Was there still something I hadn't done?
Yet in fact, no one understood the key better than the Xiong Clan True