"So that's what happened," Yang Qing said with a sigh. As cold as Xia Cangfu's words had been, he could understand them.
The dangers the Xia clan now faced were of their own making. The incident involving the celestial light hawthorn could still be understood. In the fight for treasures, there is usually no right or wrong.
Many cultivators would have acted the same as that elder and ignored the rogue cultivator's plea and left with the celestial light hawthorn. After all, it was a rare and precious resource, one that could shift the fate of a cultivator's journey, or even elevate an entire organization, as it had with the Xia clan by ushering in their golden era.
Yang Qing couldn't fault them for taking it. They didn't know the rogue cultivator, and they owed him nothing. But how they treated the retainer clans... now that was on them.
These were people they knew. People they had a history with. Yet they turned on them without hesitation, out of greed and selfish ambition.
