Song Wen turned his head slightly, somewhat surprised, and glanced at the white-haired old man.
The man had actually taken the initiative to speak up for Jiang Lanruo.
The dwarf suddenly said, "Jiang Chao is right. Only by retrieving the Nine-Death Grass for Jiang Lanruo do we have a sliver of hope of survival."
The "Jiang Chao" he mentioned was the white-haired old man.
Upon hearing this, Song Wen was even more surprised.
Of the four of them, two were actually willing to risk their lives for the Jiang Clan.
"Hmph!" The young woman in green snorted disdainfully. "Three-inch nail, Jiang Chao wants to retrieve the Nine-Death Grass for Jiang Lan because he wants to atone for his crimes. Do you also want to return to the Jiang Clan? Haven't you suffered enough humiliation at their hands?"
"Why can't I?" The dwarf appeared somewhat angered. "I am a member of the Jiang Clan too. I merely violated the Jiang Clan's rules."
The young woman in green said, "You merely violated several women of the Chi Family. Even the Chi Family had little to say about it. Yet the Jiang Clan treated you like some heinous criminal and sent you to Rotting Miasma Ridge to die. If Jiang Yushan had done such a thing, not a single hair on his head would have been harmed. Those women of the Chi Family would even have been delivered to his bed willingly. The Jiang Clan scorns you so because you were born ugly, tarnishing their clan's dignity. If such injustice had happened to me, I would have long since betrayed the Jiang Clan. For the rest of my life, it would be either them or me."
After hearing this, the dwarf seemed to recall certain miserable memories. His eyes gradually turned bloodshot, glinting