Cui Changfu's face darkened as he spoke:
"Wangyue Marsh sits in the land of fourfold unrest. To the west lie Taiyuan and Taiyi, to the south and east is Taiqing, and to the north, Qi Shi. What good situation is there? Li Xunquan had the aid of a Perfected Lord, Zifu under his command, yet still perished in defeat…"
"That family is fairly shrewd, not driven by greed to call themselves Weili… But even so, that's as far as it goes… The deeper the entanglement with them, the likelier one is to suffer disaster!"
Having heard this, Cui Wanqing could only sigh and nod. Then Cui Changfu continued:
"We must safeguard what lineage yet remains, so there may be hope for restoration in the future. If we were to follow every passing Weili we'd soon fall into utter darkness, with not a shred of vitality remaining!"
The words of the Cui Clan of Chongzhou naturally did not reach Li Qinghong's ears. She rode the wind back the way she had come, feeling a touch of regret within.
