"Senior Sister, you don't need to worry. There's still room to turn this matter around."
Unlike the two Supreme Elders, whose faces were ashen, Lin Xuan remained utterly calm in the face of such a crisis for the sect—or rather, he seemed to have a card up his sleeve, so there wasn't the slightest trace of anxiety about him.
"Room to turn it around? Junior Brother Lin, what do you mean by that?"
The youth surnamed Long turned his head back, his face filled with puzzlement. As far as he was concerned, the sect's future was nothing but bleak.
"Junior Brother, hurry and tell us. As long as it can preserve the inheritance of our Cloud Hidden Sect, no matter what hardships or dangers there are, this humble woman will not so much as furrow her brow."
The Silver-Eyed Maiden's face, however, was full of surprise and joy. At this moment, in her desperate illness, she was clutching at any doctor she could find, like a drowning person who would seize even a single straw before her eyes.
Simply put, she had lost her composure.
Seeing the two of them look toward him, Lin Xuan naturally would not keep them in suspense.
"As the saying goes, kill a thousand enemies and lose eight hundred of your own. Although the Tianjue Sect's strength far surpasses ours, our Cloud Hidden Sect is not made of paper, either. If they truly push us too far and we fight them until the fish dies and the net splits, plenty of cultivators from their sect will fall as well. I think that Old Monster Tianjue understands this principle too."
"True, but so what?" Confusion showed on the youth surnamed Long's face, and the Silver-Eyed Maiden also did not understand what Lin Xuan was getting at.