Another Possibility

"Choose?"

The two Song Clan elders frowned at those words. After exchanging a glance, the elder from Song Kaiyang's branch looked toward Yang Lingshu.

"Young friend, I entered this Blessed Land twelve years ago, but before that, I had never heard the name Northwest Yang Clan."

This old cultivator's cultivation had already reached the perfection of the Twelfth Layer Essence Condensation, yet he remained fairly courteous when speaking to Yang Lingshu and Yang Yuanliu.

Because he knew that anyone capable of entering this place from the outside without a Murong Clan escort could not possibly have a simple identity.

This Colorful Cloud Blessed Land was the Murong Clan's main stronghold. Whenever outsiders entered, members of the Murong imperial family from the outside world would accompany them.

It was called accompaniment, but in truth, it was surveillance, meant to prevent outsiders from tampering with the people and things within this Blessed Land.

Yet these two cultivators who claimed to come from the Northwest Yang Clan could speak before the two of them of taking the Song Clan out of the Blessed Land. This showed that no Murong Clan members were monitoring their journey.

The elder paused briefly before saying in a grave voice, "From the day our nation fell, my Song Clan line has been like duckweed without roots, able only to drift with the current, helpless to control our own fate. If not for the bloodline flowing through our bodies retaining some value, the Murong Clan would have long since slaughtered us to the last."

"Even today, all our clan seeks is a path to survival and the continuation of our bloodline."

"This old man has lived a few extra years and has seen a thing or two. Since young friend wishes for our clan to make a choice, those