That evening, Meng Yu did not return home, but instead stayed in the marketplace.
Under the watchful eyes of countless pairs of eyes.
In the past, with Bai Qianqian shielding him from the storm, he could stay peacefully on the mountain, living a leisurely life, but once she was gone, Meng Yu had to step forward, even at great risk, he had to make a stand.
Perhaps, tonight there would be Golden Core Masters, even several, coming to assassinate him. Perhaps, there would be all sorts of cunning tricks and treachery.
But Meng Yu had to make a stand.
In the world of cultivators, the strong are revered. Meng Yu ruling the sect during Foundation Establishment was fundamentally unreasonable. Even in the Central Plains region, when a sect's powerhouse falls, the remaining disciples would voluntarily give up some resources, waiting to rebuild before succeeding.
To many, the Moon-Watching Sect now appeared to be at its weakest, where any small disturbance could lead to collapse.
