A fully grown tree would not ordinarily die so easily. Many great trees on Emei had been snapped cleanly in half during that battle four hundred years ago, yet they had continued to grow with stubborn vitality. Only those trees whose insides had been eaten hollow by borers would swiftly die.
Yet Yu Shiqing knew full well that this sort of internal decay was precisely the hardest to see and detect.
Yu Shiqing also knew that, beneath Kunlun's shadow, the overwhelming majority of sects in this world would share his thoughts. Even if Kunlun could truly be impartial and stand on the side of righteousness, before such a colossal entity, most sects would still fear becoming fish in the moat when the city gate caught fire. Just as in the conflict between Kuang Wuxin and Huang Wushen this time, many sects, including Emei, had been swept into it.
If many sects could unite, they would surely possess the strength to contend with Kunlun. Unfortunately, every sect, even every person within every sect, had their own thoughts and selfish desires.
But regardless of one's thoughts or selfish desires, one must never betray one's own sect, betray one's teachers and martial brothers. No matter what others might offer you, the sect that had imparted scriptures and teachings to you was your home, and the teachers who had guided you step by step were your family.
A flicker of indescribable fury passed through Yu Shiqing's disappointed, icy eyes. But as the sound of something cutting through the air drew closer, he concealed every trace of those emotions perfectly, and the same pale, frail expression remained on his face.
A somewhat thin figure walked in. This man was short and lean, with an upturned nose and unattractive features, but powerful ripples of spiritual