“Ghost Face, don’t talk about them like that,” Shang Xiye opened his eyes and said seriously, “Most of them are clan leaders, and their decisions are related to the lives of the entire clan.”
"And many of them aren't leaders or clan chiefs," Ghost Face retorted, still unconvinced.
“Even if you’re not the leader, you still have parents, a wife, and children behind you. The fate of your whole family shouldn’t be controlled and decided by one person,” Shang Xiye said calmly. He looked up and saw Xue Moqian approaching with an embarrassed expression, and Xue Bingling and her father, who looked like they wanted to say something but couldn’t, supporting each other as they came over.
When Ghost Face saw Xue Bingling, he unusually shut his mouth, silently crouched back, turned his head to the side, and closed his eyes.
Everyone else can talk nonsense, but this little fox can't. This little fox is too blind and too stubborn. If he says something wrong and causes trouble for the mistress, she'll kill him!
“Young Master Shang…” Xue Moqian stammered, not knowing what to say. Simply expressing gratitude would seem too frivolous in the face of such a great favor as saving the life of a nobody.
However, he simply couldn't bring himself to pledge allegiance to Shang Xiye on behalf of the entire clan.
He could do it himself, and he knew that Xue Bingling was willing a hundred or a thousand times over, but he and his daughter couldn't be the masters of the entire clan.
"Chief Xue, there's no need to say anything more. I know what you want to say. The fact that we were able to survive today is the result of everyone's joint efforts, not just my achievement. Without you all, I would not have been able to fight against the millions of demonic beasts and leave this demonic beast forest. Let's put this matter behind us." Shang Xiye stated his words directly and calmly.
Xue Moqian nodded guiltily, unlike the other great demons, and didn't say anything more about going back to discuss it.
"Brother Shang, I..." Xue Bingling saw that her father seemed to be trying to brush it off, and thought that her father had no intention of following Shang Xiye at all.
She panicked and was about to express her loyalty.
Shang Xiye spoke almost simultaneously with her, interrupting her firmly and decisively: "Clan Chief Xue, I have something I would like to ask you."
Xue Moqian glanced at Xue Bingling silently, sighed inwardly again, and forced a friendly smile on his face as he said to Shang Xiye, "Young Master Shang, please speak. I will tell you whatever I know."
“It’s not a difficult matter,” Shang Xiye smiled slightly and asked, “Where is the teleportation array connecting the Origin Continent to the Pill Spirit Continent?”
"In Xunyang City in the Eastern Region, it has already been occupied by demonic cultivators..." Xue Moqian said, then patted his forehead and laughed, "Look at my memory, I'm getting old and it's really not as good as it used to be. But Young Master Shang, it's always better to be safe than sorry. Although those demons said they came out in full force, there will still be some defenders left in each city, so they won't really leave empty-handed."
"Thank you for your guidance, Clan Chief Xue," Shang Xiye said very politely. Beneath his polite and distant demeanor, his nobility and majesty as the Ninth Prince were unmistakably revealed.
Her ethereal beauty and refined demeanor
It commands respect and admiration.
Xue Bingling was deeply moved by what she saw, and the bitterness and resentment in her heart grew even stronger.
It's as if, before she could see the woman he deeply loved with her own eyes, she couldn't learn to give up or die.
Xue Moqian could tell that with Xue Bingling around, Shang Xiye wasn't willing to pay them any attention.
"Ling'er, let's go back and take care of your brother." Xue Moqian, not wanting Zhao Shangxi to be annoyed, got up and called Xue Bingling to leave.
Xue Bingling was extremely reluctant to get up, and looked at Shang Xiye as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.
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