Song Qingxing, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly snapped them open. For an instant, a sharp Sword Light flashed in their depths before vanishing. Standing closest to him, Song Qingming felt the corner of his eye twitch, his heart filled with a sense of dread.
Unaware that he had just unintentionally terrified a fellow clansman, Song Qingxing confirmed in an indifferent voice, "Me?"
"That's right," Song Changsheng said with a slight smile. "I believe your abilities make you more than qualified for this position."
Before Song Qingxing could even respond, the others erupted in an uproar.
No one would question Song Qingxing's strength and talent; he was in a league of his own within the clan. He also had the merit he had earned in the last great war to his name. None of those present would have the slightest objection to him serving as an Elder with real authority.
But the one position he absolutely could not hold was that of Punishment Elder.
