Song Qingyun lowered his voice, his words laced with a chilling coldness.
"Once you make a move, your enemy won't just be the Song Family, but thousands upon thousands of other families."
"Are you sure you want this to end in mutual destruction?"
He looked ready to risk it all, his aura fluctuating unstably.
Mu Yuan and Song Wanning played along, and the group once again looked ready for a fight.
The three clan leaders and their patriarchs were suddenly choked, as if a hand had seized their throats.
The Song Family was too aggressive. Not only had they failed to suppress their arrogance, but they had provoked them instead.
But the Song Family was right. If they truly made a move, it would mean tearing up the rules left behind by the ancestors.
Would the other families agree to that?
No.
They weren't yet powerful enough to rewrite the rules themselves.
So were they just supposed to watch as they gave away what was already in their grasp?
No, they were still unwilling.
