Sage Bai Mei finished speaking and turned his head to scold the already very weak Yan Dan, "This is utter nonsense. If the mountain is lost, let it be lost. Why go to such lengths? If all the Mount Shu disciples die in battle and only the empty Mount Shu remains, what's the use? Although I, Bai Mei, am known to have never been inferior in my life, I've fled countless times when faced with life-and-death crises. How did I end up with such obstinate successors like you?"
"And you, each and every one of you! Yan Dan is still young, yet you, who have lived for so many years, still don't know what to do and let him fight to the death." Bai Mei's spit almost sprayed on the elders' faces. Seeing the elders, whose hair was already white with age, being scolded bloody, not daring to lift their heads, was indeed a strange sight.
