Chapter 450: A Strong Backer (1/2)

”But patriarch, the civil Songs are almost extinct. How can I not worry?” replied Song Heting.

”The Jiangbei Daggers are bitter enemies of the Song family. They’ve almost destroyed the entire clan several times. Even though Magistrate Song Ci tried his best, he failed to eradicate them! Song Yang is the closest we’ve come to Song Ci in the past thousand years. Perhaps it is God's will that the Jiangbei Daggers are eradicated in this generation. Xiao Ting, you should let go of your obsessions. There are many things in this world that are more important than lineage. Don't forget that it is the duty of the Song family to redress injustice and prevent crime. If we hide ourselves deep in the mountain, we will survive with our ancestors’ skills. But are we any different from cowards?”

”Patriarch, I didn't forbid him from dealing with the Jiangbei Daggers. I just want more insurance to ensure the continuation of our family!” argued Song Heting.

The patriarch shook his head slightly, ”Let nature take its course. Song Yang should be allowed to make his own decisions. Song Yang...”

At the call of my name, I immediately answered, ”Yes, patriarch!”

”Be careful out there,” advised the patriarch. “The Jiangbei Daggers aren’t just your enemy but the enemy of the entire Song family. Remember that you can always count on the Song family.”

”I will remember this, patriarch,” I respectfully replied.

”Get up, all of you. I’m going back to rest,” said the patriarch.

With that, he turned to leave, disappearing from the mountain path. The martial Songs all straightened up one after the other. Song Heting looked unresigned but the patriarch’s words couldn’t be disobeyed.

”Song Yang, rest early. I’ll have someone escort you out of the mountain early tomorrow morning!”

”Aunt Song, I apologize if I offended you.”

”Nevermind. I made a few mistakes myself,” she waved her hand. “Alright, let's go home and rest!”

The others dispersed while we headed back to the Song family's old manor. Song Jie lay unconscious underground after suffering a blow from Song Heting. The entire living room was in ruins due to one of the pillars collapsing during the fight. I couldn’t imagine how heated the battle was!

The night passed by uneventfully. Early the next morning, Song Xingchen and I packed up, ready to leave. The village chief arranged for a boy named Song Shichao to drive us down the mountain. Despite being my junior in terms of seniority, he was actually older than me. It felt rather odd having an older man call me uncle.

Many villagers came to see us off, but not Song Heting.