This was the first time Li Qing had seen Suxin like this—so pitiful and moving, so delicate and helpless. The tears filling her eyes seemed to say that she was no longer a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator, but merely a fragile woman.
After a brief silence, Li Qing let out a soft sigh. "No, it won't. Aren't you still alive? And there are still the other elders."
"As long as all of you remain, the sect can be rebuilt at any time."
"Of course, the premise is that you have to pull yourselves together."
Hearing this, Suxin lowered her head again. "Several ancestors, as well as Senior Brother Sect Master and the others, are all dead. Even if we rebuild it, it won't be the Tianhe Sect of old!"
Li Qing took a deep breath, then bent down and gripped Suxin's soft shoulders with both strong, steady hands.
"Listen, now isn't the time to talk about this. At present, True Person Linglong is fighting Ancestor Ziqing. None of us knows who is stronger."
"But I understand one thing: Ancestor Ziqing is buying time for us. He will not decide victory or defeat with True Person Linglong here."
"I know you're suffering terribly right now, but think about it. You are now the Tianhe Sect's only hope!"
"Think of those Tianhe Sect ancestors and elders who died. If you remain so despondent, will you be worthy of their sacrifice?"
That string of words landed in Suxin's mind like one heavy cannon blast after another, echoing without end.
Very quickly, some of the words Sect Master Qingxuan had entrusted to her earlier surfaced in her heart.
"Now, return to the Lingyun Sect with me!" Li Qing said with an extremely solemn expression.
"Alright," Suxin murmured.
Li Qing finally relaxed. He took out