Ye Xiaolin and Lin Tiansheng refrained from making any rash moves against the Seven Clans' heirs. Although Lu Shanglin appeared eager to fight, he dared not act without the support of the other two families.
"Step aside. Let the Seven Clans pass," Ye Xiaolin finally ordered, after carefully weighing the situation.
"Many thanks, Brother Xiaolin," Xia Changqing said with a faint, insincere smile as he cupped his hands.
Under the cold, watchful gazes of the Three Great Families, Wang Liyuan and the Seven Clans' heirs strode out of the Dan Ding Sect ruins without hindrance.
"Why, Brother Xiaolin?"
Lu Shanglin's frustration was palpable. He had expected Ye Xiaolin to lead them into battle against the Seven Clans, seizing the opportunity to kill Wang Liyuan. Instead, Ye Xiaolin had let them leave unchallenged.
"If the Three Great Families were to fight the Seven Clans, we could win—but it would be a narrow victory. Do you understand?" Ye Xiaolin replied evenly.
