"If I were to do that, my clan's destruction would be imminent. I hope you can understand the difficult position I'm in."
Xia Qingxue's expression turned cold. She was no fool; she could understand Song Changsheng's concerns. But understanding didn't mean she approved of his actions. She stared directly into Song Changsheng's eyes and said icily, "Do you have any idea what the consequences of a war between our sects would be?"
Facing her interrogation, Song Changsheng met her gaze without a trace of fear. "I do," he said calmly. "But what does that have to do with me? In a war between the two sects, the Song Clan would be conscripted, yes, but at least it wouldn't strike at our roots.
But if we were used as bait to lure the enemy, would our nearly one million clansmen have any chance of survival? In saving your life, the Song Clan already risked annihilation. Our clan doesn't need a reward from the Upper Sect. We just hope not to be used as pawns."
