After she had settled a bit, thanks to a few deep breaths, the short passage of time, and a few sips of the snow ginseng tea, Xia Fang looked well enough to continue. Her distress, exhaustion, and fragile mind were still plain for all to see, especially to a seasoned judge like Yang Qing, who could see even more.
"My grandfather breaking through to the palace realm was a welcomed sight to the clan, given its perilous position from the chaos stirring both inside and out. But even then..." Xia Fang's voice lowered, and her eyes grew cloudy. "His breakthrough was more of a healing salve to the clan than a healing potion," she added.
"The damage done couldn't be undone, especially when it came to the seeds of suspicion that had been sown among the clan members, all thanks to the infighting.
