In the end, other people were merely cannon fodder to make them stand out.
Song Wanning's brow furrowed, and she unconsciously fiddled with her fingers.
'The Song Family would certainly participate in suppressing the beast tide this time.'
'All those ordinary Cultivators and the small clans and sects pay their taxes on a regular basis. Isn't it for the sole purpose of receiving protection at critical moments?'
'This was their mission.'
'And their duty.'
As a Cultivator of the Human Clan, Song Wanning naturally wouldn't sit by and do nothing.
She lowered her eyes, then raised them again. As the others remained silent, she took the initiative and spoke up. "Sect Master, I am willing to lead our disciples to suppress the beast tide."
All eyes turned to her in unison.
The Second Elder followed suit, declaring, "I'll go too!"
Following him, several other Nascent Soul Cultivators volunteered to fight.
