Tears welled in Song Changsheng's eyes as he hastily shook his head. "I don't blame you, Grandfather."
"Good boy. I had no other choice. Chang Wudao's cultivation is advancing rapidly. I fought a duel with him, and although I managed to win by a single move thanks to a Little Divine Technique, the strain on my body reached its limit.
I had to get rid of him quickly, or I would have shown my weakness. Things would have become troublesome then," Song Xianming said weakly, reaching out to wipe the tears from the corners of Song Changsheng's eyes.
Song Changsheng suppressed his emotions and forced a smile. "It's just an arena match, isn't it? As long as they don't send out a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, I'll beat every single one of them to a pulp."
"Hahaha, good! That's my, Song Xianming's, grandson! Go and properly crush their arrogance. Let everyone in Ling Province witness the magnificent spirit of the Song Clan's sons!"
