Hearing Shi Shaoshuo's words, Shi Jian froze for a moment.
He asked in surprise, "Clan Chief, isn't this a bit much?"
"Much?
If our Stone Clan is wiped out, what use would the Supreme Hammer be in our hands?"
Shi Shaoshuo countered, "How many of our people has Yu Shaoqing killed?
Killing him would also be a moment of silence for those who died. It isn't much at all."
"Alright, I'll tell Junior Brother Xu right away," Shi Jian said, quickly nodding.
After parting with Shi Shaoshuo, Shi Jian hurriedly delivered the news to Xu Zimo.
Xu Zimo naturally agreed to fight the next day.
Thus, they spent the entire day in Stone Heart Pavilion, quietly awaiting tomorrow's arrival.
The night was thick as ink,
and everything was deathly silent.
A figure raced through the Stone Clan. Swift as lightning, he arrived before a small courtyard in just a few breaths.
The black-clad figure raised his head slightly and entered the courtyard by following the wall outside.
There was a stone table in the courtyard, with an Old Man seated before it.
A pot of hot tea sat before him.
The Old Man drank tea as he admired the moonless night sky.
This Old Man was none other than Elder Shi Yan.
In the current Stone Clan, most of the core elders had died in battle because of the great war.
As a result, in the vast Stone Clan, apart from Clan Chief Shi Shaoshuo, he was now the most prestigious person in the clan.
Seeing the shadow arrive, Elder Shi Yan was not surprised.
Instead, he calmly asked, "Young Master Lu, you have paid me a late-night visit and arranged to meet this old man here. What is the matter?"
The shadow stepped out of the darkness. Under