In a seclusion site on the mountainside, Song Chang'an was clad in black robes, his eyes blazing. Sharp, unceasing Sword Qi coiled around him, and his immense presence was a sight to behold.
Standing guard for him outside, Song Luhuai nodded in gratification. "Well done. You haven't squandered the clan's investment in you. From now on, the clan's protection will fall to your generation."
