"The honor of the family is something you must uphold yourselves. The honor of Commander Song, of course, must be maintained by you, the Song family. Besides, you're under the impression that it shames you to be gathered under my command as the Northern Liao King?"
Ye Ling's gaze swept over the few men as he spoke indifferently.
With a touch of indifference in his eyes, how could any of the Family Heads even utter the word 'shame'?
However, their unwillingness to submit to Ye Ling was indeed genuine.
Now that this towering figure, Ye Ling, had entered their domain and their ancestors had not shown themselves, who dared to contradict him?
The atmosphere had become tense: the hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and over a hundred blades and spears were secretly aimed at Ye Ling and his two companions.
But those who followed Ye Ling were not cowards; not one of them changed expression.
