Si Yunxin's submission had long been anticipated by Qing Yu.
It's said that there are no millennia-old dynasties, only millennia-old families.
The nature of a family is such that, for the sake of their lineage's continuation, they do not mind making compromises.
But a dynasty cannot compromise too much, because once it does, the world will no longer be yours.
The man Qing Yu was about to meet was one who desired to make the master of a dynasty compromise.
Outside the modest dwelling in the forest, the White Phoenix gently fanned its wings and descended slowly to the ground. After Qing Yu alighted, he straightened his robes and strode toward the forest cottage he was visiting for the second time.
"Screech—"
