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"Chieftain, do we have to go to the capital of Jing Nation? Jing Nation is not a territory of our kind. Can we truly integrate there?"

The members of the Abyssal Clan were packing their belongings.

"Yes, Chieftain, we have been living peacefully in the Dark Ridge. Why should we subject ourselves to the Earthly Realm's authority in Jing Nation?"

Many expressed their incomprehension, wearing discontent on their faces.

"Once we seek refuge under someone else's roof, we lose our autonomy. From then on, the fate of our Abyssal Clan will no longer be in our hands!"

Shortly after Mu Yuyan departed, the chieftain of the Abyssal Clan, An Ming, summoned all his people and announced the clan's allegiance to Jing Nation.

The tribe immediately began migrating to the capital of Jing Nation.

Upon the announcement, many members of the Abyssal Clan were profoundly shocked.

Though they knew that Dark Ridge had been surrounded by Jing Nation's forces led by Mu Yuyan, they had not engaged in combat. Continue reading at My Virtual Library Empire

Only afterward did they realize that their own chieftain had allied with Jing Nation!

This sudden turn of events was met with much resistance among the Abyssal Clan.

They had been a neutral force, enjoying absolute freedom.

Joining Jing Nation would mean being under someone else's control, far from the carefree existence they once had.

Despite the reluctance of many, An Ming understood that allegiance to the Jing Nation was the only viable path forward.

In recent years, the Abyssal Clan had begun to attract attention from neighboring kingdoms, its latent power becoming increasingly apparent.

However, their strength was insufficient to rival the surrounding powers.

Even without Jing Nation's intervention, other kingdoms would have encroached upon them eventually.

To continue their development in freedom seemed nearly impossible.

As the saying goes, "No one can sleep peacefully while sharing a bed with someone else."

An Ming was eager to convey to his people that the fate of the Abyssal Clan had long slipped from their grasp.

Hence, he decided to pledge allegiance to Jing Nation.

Jing Nation not only boasted Mu Yuyan, a peak expert of the Immortal Realm but also had the enigmatic Consecrator overseeing affairs.

The power of Jing Nation surpassed that of its neighbors by a significant margin.

Moreover, according to Mu Yuyan's words, the idea of subjugating the Abyssal Clan came from the Consecrator.

If the Abyssal Clan aligned with the Consecrator, no one would dare to covet them again.

"This is a decision made collectively by me and all the elders. Every member of the clan must proceed to Jing Nation. Those who refuse will be expelled from the Abyssal Clan!" An Ming declared firmly.

He saw no need to explain these reasons to every member individually; as chieftain, he had that authority.

After hearing his decree, although some remained discontented, none dared to challenge him again. The punishment of expulsion was too severe to bear.

"What about Zhe Liang? Is Zhe Liang also going to the capital of Jing Nation with us?"

One of the clan members spoke up, gesturing toward a handsome young man in the corner.

He was Zhe Liang, his complexion somewhat pallid, his figure slender and frail.

The same clan member continued, sneering, "Zhe Liang is the descendant of the previous clan's woman and demonic beasts, with such poor talents. If we bring along such a waste, wouldn't it lower our standing in the eyes of Mu Yuyan and all of Jing Nation?"

Upon hearing this, Zhe Liang's face betrayed a hint of anger, which he swiftly suppressed.

He clenched his fists tightly, unwilling to let go for a long time.

However, he knew that the clan member was not entirely wrong.

As a descendant of both human and demonic lineage, and with his parents deceased, he was detested by everyone in the clan.

Moreover, he possessed hardly any of the clan's innate abilities, rendering him practically worthless in the eyes of others.

An Ming furrowed his brow in concern.

He worried that Zhe Liang's presence in the capital might displease Mu Yuyan or even the Consecrator.

After all, to seek refuge, one must demonstrate one's worth.

What more could the Consecrator value if not the innate talents of the Abyssal Clan?

Unfortunately, Zhe Liang lacked such talents and seemed no different from a liability.

Sigh...

An Ming sighed softly and addressed the young man in the corner, "Zhe Liang, perhaps it's best for you to stay in the Dark Ridge with the old and weak, preserving a path for our Abyssal Clan. If anything untoward happens in the capital, you can still safeguard our lineage."

Zhe Liang's body trembled, but his expression remained stoic.

He neither agreed nor refused.

He knew that the chieftain had essentially abandoned him.

The words about safeguarding the lineage were merely to console him, spoken in an attempt to ease his burden.

After all, as a person of mixed blood, how could he possibly be allowed to preserve the clan's lineage?

Zhe Liang had grown accustomed to such cunning manipulations.

He had been raised by the clan despite his lack of talent.

Although his parents passed away shortly after his birth, leaving him an orphan, the clan had nurtured him.

Therefore, Zhe Liang did not outright refuse the chieftain's proposal.

To him, the clan had fulfilled its duty by raising him.

Now, by leaving him behind, they were sparing themselves trouble in the capital.

If the Abyssal Clan prospered there, he could finally let go and wander freely.

If danger threatened the clan, he would stay in the capital and face it alongside his kin. He owed them gratitude, even amidst the mockery and contempt.

Thus, one by one, the members of the Abyssal Clan departed from the Dark Ridge, leaving only Zhe Liang behind, silently watching them.

As he gazed into the distance, Zhe Liang's resolve grew firmer.

Although the chieftain had forbidden him from accompanying them to the capital, staying in the Dark Ridge held no purpose for him.

"The chieftain is not entirely wrong. Even if Mu Yuyan extends his invitation, it doesn't necessarily mean it's a good thing. I will discreetly follow them. If everyone thrives in the capital, I can depart with peace of mind, wandering the world henceforth. But if they face ostracism and oppression, or if the Abyssal Clan is endangered, then I..."

Zhe Liang's determination solidified, finding his direction forward.

As the Abyssal Clan moved at a leisurely pace, Zhe Liang discreetly trailed behind.

As they departed, he couldn't help but glance back.

Since birth, he had hardly left the Dark Ridge, yet now, he was embarking on such a long journey.

With his resolve set, if the Abyssal Clan flourished, he could finally release his burdens and roam freely.

If they faced danger, he would stand by his people.

He believed in repaying kindness without bearing grudges, a principle ingrained in him since childhood.