Song Jian's face was grim, "…treated as a discarded pawn…"
"Discarded pawn?"
Mo Hua was somewhat surprised.
"Yes," Song Jian murmured, "They are plotting something, even my parents have gained some benefits from it, so they don't care much about my life or death."
"Me coming back alive seemed to them just an unexpected joy, even…"
Song Jian's gaze was ice cold, "…I seem more like a 'free gift.'
Mo Hua frowned.
The cruelty and indifference based on interest calculations within those families, he had heard of it long ago.
But such a thing happening to Song Jian, he truly hadn't anticipated before.
"How many brothers do you have?" Mo Hua asked.
"Two older brothers," Song Jian said, "I am the youngest, but my talent is far from being as good as my two brothers', my cultivation is not as diligent as theirs, and I am not as ruthless as them in doing things…"
Song Jian pointed towards the outside of the woods, "Moreover, I can't rally the crowds easily."
