"Elder seemed reluctant to stay for long." They felt a sense of loss, not because they couldn't report to a higher authority, but because they lacked a guiding force—they needed a Sect Leader.
No one wanted to become a person of exile.
"Don't worry, the hardest part is over, and besides, this situation... is better than some,"
Lian Gui's voice was low, and everyone suddenly thought that if Qin Lin hadn't fallen from power and still controlled Qinghuang Mountain, they likely—
—would have broken out in a cold sweat.
After these people left, Lian Gui walked back alone, returning to his small courtyard.
His steps were so slow that anyone could tell he was thinking about things long past, but no matter how deep his thoughts, the moment he pushed open the door and suddenly saw a person in a black robe sitting starkly in the room's darkness, his face immediately turned pale.
"A person's breathing reveals their fear, it seems you are very afraid of me."
"Or rather... you resist me."
