"The battle between the Purple Mansion experts is not for us to interfere in. All we can do is trust the First Elder and the Honored Guest Elders. You and I just need to do our duty. The fighting over where Chang'an is has gotten tight. Take twenty clansmen and go reinforce them."
Song Luzhou placed a hand on Song Qingming's shoulder, his tone grave.
"I understand." Song Qingming nodded silently, then selected twenty men and headed straight for the battlefield where Song Chang'an was fighting.
When they arrived, they discovered that a small team from the Lieyang Sect, led by two Foundation Establishment Cultivators, had somehow managed to regroup and had cornered Song Chang'an, Song Changjun, and the others in a mountain ravine.
Nearly ten Song Clan members had already fallen here. The remaining few were all wounded, with Song Changjun the most grievously injured, his body covered in horrifying wounds.
