With that, she actually pulled Song Muqing down to his knees.
Song Changsheng was startled and quickly tried to stop them. "What are you two doing? We're all family. There's no need for this."
Although Song Yushi relented at his repeated insistence, she still pressed Song Muqing down to kowtow to him a few times.
This time, Song Changsheng didn't refuse. In terms of seniority, he was one of Song Muqing's elders, so he was worthy of receiving the kowtows.
Only then did Song Changsheng turn his gaze to the woman sleeping against the tree trunk. He sighed. "So it really was because of you. You're lucky. If someone else had found you, your corpse might have been left to rot in the wilderness by now."
"Clan Brother, you know her?" Song Yushi asked curiously, taking out a handkerchief to wipe the bloodstains from Song Yulong.
"I do. You must have heard some of the rumors on your way here, right?" Song Changsheng replied as he examined Xia Qingxue's injuries.
