At those words, a sharp light flashed in Yang Wenfeng's eyes.
The elders all looked thoughtful as well, and many nodded, finding his words reasonable.
The Yang Household was a major clan even in the Commandery Seat, with considerable reserves of its own.
Although Martial Way experts could not soar through the skies, burrow through the earth, or command the energy of heaven and earth like Cultivators, their xiantian true qi combined with martial techniques was far from weak.
"Yang Zhao, what do you think would be the best course for our Yang Household now?" Yang Wenfeng asked.
"Keep our clansmen in line and our gates shut. If anyone is killed outside, their life and death are in fate's hands. If the Su Household or the Zhou Household pushes us too far and comes to our door to bully us, we should contact the other Martial Way aristocratic clans and resist together.
"They should understand that when the rabbit dies, the fox mourns, and when the lips are gone, the teeth grow cold.
"If those households can storm into our Yang Household today and kill to establish their might, the others could follow in our footsteps tomorrow."
"You all heard him, didn't you? We'll do as Yang Zhao suggests. Our Yang Household will stay out of this conflict if at all possible."
A sharp light shone in Yang Yan's eyes. As he cupped his hands, he glanced at Yang Zhao, surprised that this older clansman possessed such insight despite his poor talent in the Martial Way.
What a pity about my Barrier-Breaking Pill. Who knows how much longer I'll be stuck at the late-stage Qi Refining bottleneck before I can break through?
He had thought that, with the Yang Household's strength and reserves, siding with either faction would be enough