"By then, my Lotus Feather Pavilion will have one at level eleven and two at level ten. Who else in the world can compare to these heroes?"
"When Braydon Neal reaches the eleventh level in the future, how could he ignore you? Even if he only reaches the tenth level, how could he, Elder Juntenen, or I disregard you?"
"Think ahead. My Lotus Feather Pavilion stands proud in this world, unbeaten. Yet the accumulated hatred will ultimately destroy everything. The Path Sect appeared once in the past. Do we really have to go down that path again?"
"If the Path Sect were at its peak, who would dare harm Braydon?"
...
At this moment, Scipio Langdon revealed the magnanimity and strategic insight expected of a patriarch.
After he finished speaking...
"Brother!" The four pavilion masters, looking ashamed, bowed deeply and cupped their hands in unison. "We'll follow your lead!"
