"Join the New Interception Sect?"
Dugu Bo's casual remark landed in the hall like a stone thrown into a lake, instantly stirring the emotions of the four clan leaders.
Titan, Niu Gao, Bai He, and Yang Wudi exchanged glances, each harboring their own thoughts. The atmosphere suddenly turned tense and stagnant.
Almost immediately, Titan spoke. "Sorry, but the Strength Clan can still support ourselves. We won't be joining your sect for now."
The Strength Clan excelled at forging, and they were indeed living fairly well.
Lin Ya nodded. He had not held much hope for the Strength Clan to begin with.
Given Titan's loyalty to Tang Hao, even if he joined, Lin Ya would not feel at ease trusting them.
"We... will think about it... We'll think about it some more..." Niu Gao did not reject the offer outright, but neither did he agree.
To Lin Ya's surprise, the Speed Clan did not immediately refuse either. They merely remained silent.
Yang Wudi, however, looked at Dugu Bo. "The New Interception Sect? What kind of sect is that?"
"Old Goat, you..." Titan stared at Yang Wudi in disbelief.
He knew this old friend of many years far too well. Yang Wudi was hard and stubborn, unyielding even when broken—a man famous for his backbone.
Six years ago, Spirit Hall had relentlessly hunted the Breaking Clan. Yang Wudi's younger brother had vanished, his own son had died miserably, and more than half the clan had been killed or wounded. Even with such a blood feud before him, he would rather die than bow his head to Spirit Hall.
Yet now, he was actually taking the initiative to ask about the origins of an unfamiliar sect. It was far too abnormal.
Seeing Titan's expression, Yang Wudi said coldly, "What kind of look is