"You..." Gu Qingheng couldn’t hide the shock on his face. Seventeenth generation descendant? Why does this feel so horrifying?

"Back then, Zhao Cheng imprisoned King Kang, but at that time, not only did he hide the treasure, he also sent his youngest son away," Song San took a breath, "That’s how the bloodline was preserved."

"Then how do you prove you are a descendant of King Kang?"

"Naturally, there is a token of inheritance," Song San raised his eyebrows slightly, "Someday you will know."

Alright then! Gu Qingheng stopped talking.

"Gu Qingheng, this world originally belonged to our Zhao Family," Song San curled his lips, "What’s wrong with me taking it back?"

"Heh." Qi Jingyun, who had been silent, suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Song San looked at Qi Jingyun.

"Laughing at the ridiculousness of you all," Qi Jingyun restrained his laughter and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Back when Zhao Family lost all power, it showed that they had already been eliminated by history, and now you still want to fight for it? Isn’t that laughable? Moreover, just for the so-called Zhao Family’s legacy, you treated human lives with contempt, became terrifyingly ruthless. Which commoner would like such a master?"

"Those were just some extreme measures to achieve goals," Song San, however, was indifferent, "Every ruler has to go through this."

"Originally, I thought you had some conscience, but I didn’t expect you’ve become so shameless," Gu Qingheng sighed.

"Which ruler’s hands are not stained with blood?" Song San snorted coldly, "For a general to succeed, countless bones are buried," then looked at Qi Jingyun, "Are your hands not covered with blood?"

"But on my hands, there’s no blood of innocent civilians," Qi Jingyun gazed directly at Song San, "I’ve never harmed innocent civilians, or even children, just to achieve goals."

"You don’t have the blood of Daxuan civilians, but don’t you have the blood of people from other nations?" Song San sneered slightly, "Eight years ago, you repelled the invading Nanzhao Country, and then slaughtered a village where there were women and children. Six years ago, when you fought the Mogul Kingdom, you trapped and killed three thousand captives..."

Qi Jingyun’s eyes narrowed slightly but said nothing more. What the opponent said was true; these were his actions, but there was a reason.

The people in that village were all spies, initially, he pitied them, causing many innocent soldiers to die miserably. The women, children, and elderly in that village merely served to deceive the enemy; once you let your guard down against them, they would pick up knives and kill you.

As for those Mogul captives, they weren’t truly surrendering; they only used surrender as a cover, then launched suicidal attacks, burning two tents and killing more than a dozen soldiers.

Only then did he trap and kill those three thousand captives.

These are lessons learned in blood.

But he disdains explaining, especially to this person in front of him who desperately wants to restore Dasong.

Song San looked at Qi Jingyun, who stopped talking, and revealed a slightly smug expression, "You both have abilities, my adoptive father and I appreciate you greatly, especially Gu Qingheng."

"So what?"

"I welcome you to join us," Song San looked at Gu Qingheng, "In the future when Dasong is restored, you will have the honor of being like a dragon’s follower, far superior to the hard work you’re doing now, climbing up through military merits."