The valley in the dusk appeared incredibly mournful. Qin Wushuang and Mu Rong Xu stood while holding each other's hands.
Mu Rong Xu leaned on Qin Wushuang's broad shoulder and said gently, "Brother Qin, don't think too much. The Heavenly Emperor Gate is being bullish. Being a sect with tens and thousands of years of inheritance, the Qin Clan must rely on its foundation."
Qin Wushuang gave a gentle sigh. "Xu'Er, I am only filled with regret. Could it be I am too gentle and lack the strong hand needed? Ever since I stepped onto the path of martial arts, I have always been suppressed by people. I resist, get suppressed, then resist again… Along the way, I always mind my own business if people do not offend me… However, for such a way of doing things, in this world filled with wolves, I only get pushed around!"
