These elders, who look so dignified and peerless in martial arts in the eyes of the common people at the foot of the mountain, were now disgracefully quarreling like a pot of porridge, no one yielding to the other.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible..."
The speaker was a middle-aged swordsman with a long beard chin and a scholar-like demeanor. He shook his head repeatedly, expressing his opposition, "Your Canghai descent's Zhang Zhongshu said there was hope to rise and control Yunzhou, but now he's badly injured in fights with Hong Lian and needs the sect's help... We've sent over thirty disciples, even an elder, what more do they want?
Now look, two Inner Sect Disciples who had just joined, because of some uncertain rumors, are asking for the sect to send help again.
With the world currently in chaos, making the wrong bet, supporting the wrong person could lead to serious consequences.
