Chapter 1080
"If I lose, carry on as usual."
"I trust the sect hasn't placed all its bets on us." Wu Rong spoke lightly.
That was what he thought as well.
The Taiyi Ascension Sect possessed extraordinary foundations. How could it rely solely on master and disciple to achieve its fruition?
They surely held other cards in their hand.
Setting distant matters aside, hadn't Taijing taken junior sister to seek the Six Paths Yellow Spring Divine Weapon in the Land of Divine Prohibition that day?
He had heard that junior sister was the reincarnation of a sword immortal.
Whether immortals existed in this world was another matter, but gods certainly did. Calling her a Sword God would probably be more fitting.
If he died in the Ancient Immortal Tower, the situation Mo Ming had arranged would allow the sect to take over easily. At most, another Dao Monarch would come to replace him.
Qiu Longjue dearly wished to urge Wu Rong to put the greater good first and not act on impulse.
Yet he could not bring himself to say it.
What was the greater good? The sect's foundation for ten thousand generations and its resurgence? The life and death of its disciples? Or relieving suffering in the mortal realm and delivering the dead in the netherworld? Without exception, all of these were the greater good.
But when focused upon Wu Rong and Tu Shan Jun, what they intended to do was also the greater good.
He simply had not expected Wu Rong to possess such immense courage, willing to sacrifice himself for righteousness.
Qiu Longjue cupped his hands and said, "The patriarch will surely win you an opportunity for a fair battle. Lord Prefect, you must be careful. Do not underestimate him. As for Yuan Tong..."
"..."
He laid