Qingyang Hall.
Fang Ziyou, Shen Zhui, and Cang Song sat down as host and guests.
"Changsun Qiu, he's under my command." Cang Song revealed shockingly.
"What?" Although Shen Zhui and Fang Ziyou had guessed it early on, they still feigned surprise on their faces.
"Envoy, I don't know why you would do this?" With a look of disbelief, Shen Zhui said emotionally, "Don't tell me you think my disciple and I could be spies?"
Cang Song said indifferently, "Your Qingyang Gate have been staying out of conflicts for decades, pursuing a peaceful existence, even responding to the Alliance's summons in the most passive way, seeking no merit."
"Qingyangzi, I asked you several times to join my side, but you always played the fool. Now you've changed your attitude, but if you were in my position, what would you think?"
Fang Ziyou remarked, "It should be 30% trust and 70% suspicion."
