An Yiqing and the other outsiders were completely confused, and Long Zixuan's face was equally puzzled.
The atmosphere inside the room was somewhat bleak, the Old Clan Chief and Elder Jin sat dejectedly on bamboo sofas, their faces gray. Hongye leaned against the wall corner, her eyes vacant. Her gaze occasionally swept toward the Qingying Sword, her face pale.
"May I ask, what is actually happening?" After a long silence, An Yiqing asked softly.
The Old Clan Chief let out a weary sigh, "In our Dragon Clan..."
"Old Clan Chief!" Elder Jin interrupted him nervously, "Are you really going to...?"
The Old Clan Chief waved his hand, "Girl Qing is here to help us, and logically she has the right to know. Girl, what I am about to say may be hard to bear. After you know the details, consider carefully whether to help Zixuan. If you choose to withdraw, neither Zixuan nor I will blame you."
An Yiqing narrowed her watery eyes, "Please go ahead, Grandpa Long."
