Would, and Would Not

Hua Chengshan was utterly baffled. He hurried to Three Thousand Feet Pavilion and, upon seeing Liang Ren'an, anxiously demanded, "Liang, how did you manage to anger Sect Master Liu into leaving?"

Liang Ren'an was instructing the fellow disciples and Officers: "What happened today was nothing more than a misunderstanding. Our friendship with Sect Master Liu of the Three Xuan Sect runs deep; we will not let today's dispute drive a wedge between us. Do not spread wild rumors outside, and especially do not pass along those words of Sect Master Liu's. His claim that Junior Sister could not return was merely said in the heat of the moment. Of course—"

Yet after only a few questions, the crowd was immediately overcome with grief. "Seeing the world descend into chaos once more, the leader thought that rather than each of us serving the people alone, we would be better off uniting as one to resist the enemy. But who could have imagined that, while aiding Liu Xuande, the leader would meet an untimely death? With his last breath, he instructed us never to follow Liu Xuande and burden him with worry, but instead urged us to continue waiting for our lord's return."

Large numbers of students streamed toward the teaching building from every direction. Several homeroom teachers and school leaders stood in front of the entrance hall. Too many things had happened lately, and everyone's nerves were stretched taut.

The Devil Race had founded the earliest school of sensory martial artists. After Kunhua purged them from the sect, the few survivors scattered to the ends of the world. They knew only that the War of Gods and Demons had left both armies badly depleted; no one knew what happened afterward.

She suddenly could not bear to take it apart. After all,