Wen Mingyu sighed. "On the surface, the Wen Family and the Xunfeng Sword Sect seem evenly matched, but whether we're talking about our foundations or our connections in the Jiangnan Circuit's Martial Arts World, we're outclassed by more than a little.
"Our only option now is to hand over a large share of our family's interests to some of the major sects in the Jiangnan Circuit and ask them to mediate.
"Then our Wen Family can make concessions and apologize. The Xunfeng Sword Sect wouldn't dare go too far. After all, it's been decades since a sect-destroying battle took place in the Jiangnan Circuit."
When Wen Qinghe heard that killing Wu Qingyun had caused such serious consequences, he felt some regret, but far more anger.
Unwilling to accept it, he said, "Why are we the ones who have to back down? At worst, we fight. The Wen Family is afraid of suffering heavy losses, but does the Xunfeng Sword Sect think we wouldn't fight them to the death?"
Wen Mingyu scolded him. "What nonsense are you talking about? If we yield now, the Wen Family can at least hold on to a sliver of hope. If we really fight the Xunfeng Sword Sect to the death, our family will be wiped out!
"Enough. You don't need to say another word. I'll have the chief steward take you away now. Remember, don't come back to the Jiangnan Circuit until you've cultivated to the Spirit Transformation Realm!"
Wen Qinghe was about to say something, but a voice suddenly cut in. "Family Head Wen, have you ever heard the saying that yielding again and again only makes your opponent push their luck? Qinghe is right. Why don't you even have the courage to fight to the bitter end?"
"Who's there? Show yourself!" The