It was not worth taking such a colossal risk.
After all, though the sect's safety had them at their wits' end, their own little lives were even more important.
True, they could not match Lin Xuan in a head-on fight, but if it truly came down to a matter of life and death, and they could not beat him, could they not run?
They could simply find some deep mountain or vast marsh to hide in, and Lin Xuan would be helpless against them. Only, if they did that, the Spirit Ghost Sect would fall apart.
So unless they had absolutely no other choice, they would not do such a thing.
But forcing their way into Elder Zhong's place of seclusion—how different was that from throwing their lives away?
The Silver-Haired Elder's voice echoed in their ears, but unfortunately, no one answered.
The Spirit Division Stage old monsters present either hung their heads or simply turned their faces away. This was a choice concerning their lives; no one was willing to shoulder such a risk for no reason.
"Good, good."
The Silver-Haired Elder's gaze was like a blade, and his expression had grown ugly to an indescribable degree. Yet everyone had their own choices, and there was nothing he could do. After all, they were all Spirit Division Stage immortal cultivators; he had no authority to order any of them to do anything.
His heart was filled with venomous resentment, but he would not give up. Though most immortal cultivators placed their own lives first, once in a while, an exception would appear.
For example, this Silver-Haired Elder's feelings for the Spirit Ghost Sect ran so deep they had reached the extreme.
Even if he had to stake his old life, he was absolutely unwilling to watch the sect be