"But, with our current cultivation, a single misstep would send Cold Moon Palace falling into a deep abyss forever," replied the old person worriedly.
"So what? If things reach that point of chaos within the sects, how many sects would be lucky enough to survive? Even if we are unable to recover forever, I want to drag a few other sects down with us as burial accompaniment. Hahaha!" the Cold Moon Palace Master laughed loudly, as a crazed red light identical to Qing Lingyan's appeared in her eyes.
"Sigh…" At an angle where the Cold Moon Palace Master would not notice, the old person secretly let out a sigh.
