But the clan won't always have so few members. Its scale will continue to grow, the number of Cultivators will increase, and living conditions will become more and more comfortable.
That is a perfect breeding ground for ants.
Decay always spreads much faster than one might imagine.
A hole dug today, a small burrow drilled tomorrow, and it won't be long before the entire dam collapses.
If the Song Clan is to endure for millennia, it must rely on strict laws and harsh punishments, nipping all unhealthy trends in the bud!
And Song Qingxing was the very sword Song Changsheng intended to use to keep the clan in line. Only someone like him possessed sufficient deterrent force.
"Does anyone have a more suitable candidate?" Song Changsheng scanned the room. Every face was grim, their brows furrowed in silence.
