Song Changsheng's gaze sharpened. Although that Pavilion Master had said the choice was his, he couldn't shake the feeling that there might be an unexpected twist to the matter.
"The Ancient Immortal Demon Battlefield... if I really go, the odds of survival will be slim," Song Changsheng muttered under his breath.
"Clan Leader?" Song Qingluo cast a questioning glance his way.
Song Changsheng was jolted back to the present. He shook his head and said, "It's nothing. I was just thinking about something else. How is the formation of your Dao Foundation coming along?"
"I've only just begun. It will probably take several more years," Song Qingluo said, looking a little embarrassed.
