"This..."
The elders fell silent, their expressions awkward.
They truly had not thought that far ahead. All any of them had been thinking about was how to get through the crisis before their eyes. As for the sect's future prospects, they simply had not had time to consider them.
Yet as the saying went, a man without distant worries was sure to have troubles close at hand.
Their sect master senior brother's concerns were not wrong. As the number-one sect clan in Nailong Realm, Sword Lake Palace was certainly glorious to the extreme, but in the open and in the dark, who knew how many powerful enemies they had provoked?
In the past, with the Supreme Elders' protection, they naturally did not need to care about these threats. But now that their sect had declined, those clowns leaping on beams would probably all come crawling out in the future.
Leaving aside everything else, if Old Demon Xue of Black Wind Valley received the news, there was absolutely no reason he would let their sect off.
In other words, even if they could weather the crisis before them, there would be even more hardships to come. They might dodge the first day, but they could not dodge the fifteenth; Sword Lake Palace would probably still find it hard to escape the fate of falling apart.
This result was certainly a scene they did not wish to see, but it would be difficult to deal with.
It was still the same saying: a tall tree drew the wind. The strength of a Spirit Division Stage cultivator could already be considered quite good, but a leviathan like Sword Lake Palace needed at least a Tribulation Transcendence-level existence to shelter it.
But both martial uncles had already fallen, and the Great Elder's life and