No one was a fool. The Ling Family's leaders knew exactly what the three families were scheming and certainly weren't about to walk into their trap.
Since a conflict was inevitable, it was better to act now while they had the upper hand. Even if it meant paying a certain price, they could destroy the very foundations of the three families.
If they waited, the three families might produce more than one Pseudo Core cultivator—or even a True Pill Cultivator. By then, it would be too late to make a move.
Yuan Junlin sighed. "Fellow Daoist Ling, if you insist, does this mean there is nothing left to discuss?"
Ling Qiyue's expression was resolute. "Indeed, there is nothing to discuss. The Ling Family will shed its last drop of blood to defend our foundation on the Changqing Continent!"
The envoys from the three families exchanged glances. The Ling Family Patriarch's unexpectedly firm stance was something they had not foreseen.
