Bai Ying's eyes flickered between the two men, her heart torn. Finally, she let out a bitter laugh. "How ironic. The Bai Clan's kindness has come back to haunt you, hasn't it? But tell me, old man, do you truly believe that your death will bring peace to the Bai Clan's souls?"
The Meng Clan ancestor's expression softened, a hint of sorrow in his eyes. "No. But it is a start. Sometimes, all we can do is take the first step toward atonement."
Bai Ying went silent, as she didn't know how to decide.
At this moment, Yun Lintian stepped forward and glanced at the Meng Clan ancestor. "Your scheme is not bad."
The Meng Clan ancestor looked at Yun Lintian and asked, "What do you mean, young sir?"
Yun Lintian smiled and said, "With all the major clans gone, your Meng Clan will be the only dominant force in this city. Your death isn't a loss, but it allows your clan to flourish in the long run."
