A few of them, who had some sway, thought to negotiate for their sect's safety.
"I will never get used to this," MingHao said with a sigh.
"What?" Xue Fang asked in confusion.
"Death, senseless killing. I don't see the point of all of this."
"You understand it, but you just cannot accept it."
"... You are right. But people fight for power and wealth. What use are all of them when, in the end, their loved ones end up dying?"
"That is true, MingHao. But sometimes the most important people to them are themselves. In that case, do you think they care what happens to others?
Unfortunately, this type of person is usually the one who reaches the peak of power."
Xue Fang then put her head over his shoulder. "What now? Are we going to wait here until your sister returns?"
"Yes, I am sure she will come here. I have some questions for her."
