"What use is resistance? The Three Main Peaks are overwhelmingly powerful. Even if you evade them this time, there will inevitably be a next time!" A strange light flickered in Qingye's eyes.
"The fiercer your resistance now, the more suffering you will endure later. Rather than that, you might as well accept it sooner."
Qingye lowered her head, closed her eyes, and began softly chanting Daoist scriptures.
"If you have what it takes, then keep resisting. Prove to me that your choice was not wrong!"
In her heart, the Three Main Peaks were impregnable, lofty beyond reach, invincible throughout Taizhou.
Wei He's resistance was merely a mantis trying to stop a chariot. He would surely be crushed to dust.
"Just like Senior Brother Zheng back then. If he had not resisted, he would not have ended up like that.
"Those who resist never meet a good end! Just wait, Wei He. You and your master will end the same way. It is only a matter of time."
Qingye's hands clenched unconsciously. Her sharp nails dug deep into her palms, yet she felt nothing.
Unlike Qingye's Inner Court.
The entire Outer Court was already in an uproar.
The Outer Court was divided among numerous overseers.
Each overseer managed a large number of smaller departments. Every department had its own courtyards and pavilions for handling official business.
Inside the Daoist Robe Department.
Zhang Qi slowly withdrew his fists, ending a day of grueling training.
He had now become a Martial Master. Compared with the wretched state he had been in when he followed Wei He all the way in fleeing to Taizhou.
He was now as graceful as a jade tree facing the wind, his brows and eyes brimming with confidence and vitality.
"Senior Brother Zhang, someone named Jiang Su is looking