After a long while, Wen Ruoxue said softly, "Sect Master, then what should I do next?"
Ling Qingfeng said, "Leave the sect."
"Leave?"
Wen Ruoxue was puzzled.
"You people have fought bloody battles for three years, risking your lives and killing quite a few people from the Black Cloud Sect. If we submit, they will certainly deal with you first."
Ling Qingfeng looked solemn. "When that time comes, those spineless wretches in the sect will not hesitate to sell you out in exchange for benefits from the Black Cloud Sect. So leave as soon as possible, while you still can!"
Wen Ruoxue's expression was complicated.
After three years of bathing in blood and fighting bitterly, no one knew how many fellow disciples around her had fallen. Yet who could have imagined that such effort and sacrifice would most likely be repaid with revenge in the end?
A burst of cheers suddenly rang out from beyond the main hall.
The oppressive atmosphere that had shrouded the entire sect for three years seemed to have been swept away in an instant.
An indescribable sorrow suddenly welled up in Wen Ruoxue's heart. The sect had clearly submitted, so why were they all so happy?
"Does it sound grating?"
Ling Qingfeng said.
Wen Ruoxue nodded silently.
"People need to go through setbacks before they can grow. The same is true for a sect."
Ling Qingfeng said, "Just wait. When the Black Cloud Sect begins taking control of our sect, and those spineless wretches discover that becoming the Black Cloud Sect's vassals has left them worse off than before, they will naturally come to understand."
Wen Ruoxue sighed. "But by then, everything will be too late."
Ling Qingfeng fell silent.
After a long while, he said, "Water has no constant form, and troops have no