At last, someone objected. "Palace Lord, you think too little of everyone in the sect. Yesterday, you said we were not allowed to strike heavily. Otherwise, if we activate the arrays and employ our treasures, this is our sect's home ground. No matter how strong he is, he is only one man. Could he really turn the heavens upside down within our Divine Palace?"
"Is that so?" Xi Yue swept her gaze around the room.
Everyone replied, "Of course it is."
Xi Yue smiled faintly. "What if all of you get beaten flat?"
The crowd erupted. "Impossible!"
Xi Yue said leisurely, "If you refuse to accept it, you may try."
The crowd fell silent for a moment. At last, an old Daoist slowly spoke. "Palace Lord, do you truly mean to let this Qin Yi settle victory and defeat with us?"
Xi Yue replied indifferently, "I merely want to tell you that everything else is hollow. Only strength is real. Just as this pair wishes to unite, you cannot stop them. What Daoist rules are you arguing? What sect's dignity are you discussing? Do you have any?"
Minghe turned to look at her master.
She knew her master's words held another layer of meaning, one that did not concern only Minghe.
This proposal had not actually been discussed beforehand. Last night, everyone had been too... occupied, and they had not spoken of such details at all.
But she knew why her master was doing this.
If her master used her authority to forcibly suppress the objections and insist on marrying off her disciple, others would still acknowledge it, just as someone had said earlier, "If the Palace Lord dotes on her disciple and insists on seeing this marriage through, we will say nothing."
After all, Minghe was Xi Yue's own