Silence is the answer.
Ling Xuan gleaned a great deal from Ling Cang's silence.
Although his brother always considered himself the number one Sword Dao and could walk around Nine Mysteries City with impunity, he was never the kind of person who "pretended to know what he didn't."
When faced with something unclear, he will usually just admit it directly.
But his silence now likely means he can guess something, but what he says is probably the kind of thing no one would believe.
Ling Xuan gasped, suddenly feeling a chill run down his spine.
Has Han Xuanji become so powerful that even his brother has fallen silent?
His outrageous remarks at the Shallow Dream Pavilion were simply a sign he was tired of living.
He suddenly realized that the public apology he had made earlier was not shameful at all.
If people bring up past grievances after Han Xuanji wins the championship, that would be a real social disaster.
No, an apology alone isn't sincere; we also need to give gifts to build a closer relationship.
Even if we can't befriend Han Xuanji, we should at least avoid becoming enemies.
Ling Xuan's mind started racing, and his gaze involuntarily drifted towards Wang Ping, Li Tiantong, and the others.
After this Principle Conference, Han Xuanji will inevitably become the target of fierce competition among various forces. Since he is not a big shot he can get close to, we will start with his friends.
If he can build good relationships with these people, he might be able to say a few words to Han Xuanji in the future.
Thinking of this, Ling Xuan straightened his robes, cleared his throat, and then sneakily moved closer to Wang Ping.
Wang Ping was talking to Hun Jiuge when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure sneaking closer. He looked up and immediately burst out laughing.
Ling Xuan grinned, showing none of the demeanor of a scion of the Aristocratic Clan.
"Brothers, I feel that your apology just now lacked sincerity."
Ling Xuan cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, his tone sincere:
"In that case, after the conference ends, I'll treat you all to a meal at the best restaurant as an apology."
You absolutely must give me this face.
Wang Ping was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter:
"You sure know how to handle things. Okay, if someone's treating, why wouldn't you go?"
Even though Ling Xuan's words had upset them, it's always better to have one more friend than one more enemy.
Being able to befriend a scion of Sage Aristocratic Clan like Ling Xuan would also be a good thing for him.
Hun Jiuge nodded as well:
"That would be great, but we can't invite Young Master Han."
Ling Xuan waved his hands repeatedly:
"I wouldn't dare trouble Young Master Han; I simply wish to make friends with everyone."
"It's never too much to make friends, is it?"
Li Tiantong glanced at him, said nothing, but a slight smile appeared on his lips.
Although this person was a bit arrogant at first, he was flexible and knew how to correct his mistakes, so he wasn't beyond redemption.
A gentleman judges by actions, not intentions. Since the other party intends to befriend them, there's no need for them to keep a cold face.
Ling Cang also secretly observed this scene and nodded slightly.
My younger brother finally did something smart.
The Ling Household has been able to stand strong in Nine Mysteries City for many years not only because of its powerful ancestor, but also because of its social skills and understanding of human relationships.
Make more friends, fewer enemies.
That is the way to survive and endure in this world.
In fact, most ordinary viewers did not see the subtlety of the battle.
All they saw was Song Tiancheng's aggressive demeanor, as if he were about to unleash a powerful attack.
Then, Han Xuanji used some unknown method to neutralize the attack, and Song Tiancheng cleanly and decisively admitted defeat.
The process may seem complicated, but to outsiders, it didn't actually take very long.
It made it seem like Han Xuanji won too easily.
"You're just admitting defeat like that? Is that all?"
Someone couldn't help but shout:
"He looked pretty intimidating; I thought we were going to get into a fight!"
"Exactly! Such a big show of force, and it was broken in no time. Then they just gave up. Isn't that just playing around?"
"Is Song Tiancheng really that bad in actual combat? I noticed that he won the first few rounds rather slowly, but he just couldn't handle tough opponents."
"I don't think it's that Song Tiancheng is incompetent, but that Han Xuanji is too strong. I heard from the elders that Song Tiancheng's move is Sage- level Dao technique. Even if the Eternal Dao Master were to unleash it, its power would be extraordinary."
"Then explain why he admitted defeat so readily?"
"How would I know? I'm not Song Tiancheng!"
Discussions rose and fell, and in the end, most people reached a surprisingly consistent conclusion.
Song Tiancheng is overrated.
What's with all this talk of "first in foundational understanding" and "unparalleled comprehension"? Is this all they'd get in a real fight?
He gave up without even touching the hem of his opponent's clothes?
Although the murmurs were not loud, most of those present were cultivators, whose senses were extremely sharp.
Song Ling sat on the high platform, and the voices were like fine needles pricking his ears, making him feel uncomfortable all over.
He knew, of course, that Song Tiancheng was not just a figurehead. The fourth level of the Heavenly Net Dao Domain was a genuine skill that would be a stunning performance at any Principle Conference.
But laymen only see the spectacle; they don't understand the intricacies of the situation, they only know that Song Tiancheng lost, and lost badly.
As an elder of the Song Household, he naturally felt ashamed as well.
Song Ling tried to suppress his doubts, but in the end, he could no longer contain them.
He secretly activated a telepathic technique, sending his voice into the ears of Song Tiancheng, who was resting beside him:
"Tiancheng, what methods did Han Xuanji use in that battle just now? How could your Heavenly Net Dao Domain be broken so quickly?"
Upon hearing Song Ling's voice, Song Tiancheng remained silent for a moment.
His gaze fell on the figure in blue robes on the light screen, his mind still savoring the feeling of that moment just now.
Han Xuanji's power was like a bottomless ocean; when his Heavenly Net Dao Domain fell into it, it didn't even cause a ripple.
That feeling wasn't about being less skilled, but about a fundamental difference.
Ultimately, the opponent resolved the issue using methods based on Dao Principles principles.
He opened his mouth, wanting to tell the truth.
He suddenly remembered that when Han Xuanji defeated him, he had sent him a telepathic message asking him to keep it a secret.
In the end, Song Tiancheng swallowed back the words he was about to say, and instead adopted a nonchalant tone:
"It's nothing, I'm just not as skilled as others."
Song Ling frowned:
"What are you saying? I'm your uncle, how could you hide this from me?"
Song Tiancheng was silent for a moment, then spoke again, his tone calm but firm:
"Uncle, there are some things it's better not to know than to know."
All you need to know is that Han Xuanji's strength far exceeds my expectations, and that's enough.
Song Ling was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he said nothing.
Although he was an elder, Song Tiancheng was the apple of the eye of all the clan's ancestors.
Even if he is right to reprimand Song Tiancheng now.
Once the other party returns to his clan, he will be taught a lesson by the elders one by one.