At the head seat of the Zixiao Sect, Yu Xiu, the sect master of the Zixiao Sect, a man around fifty with a firm, resolute face, tapped his fingers unconsciously against the table.
After a long while, he finally spoke slowly.
"The Skyfire Sect is powerful. Their sect master is a mid-stage Saint Realm expert!"
"They're said to have several early-stage Saint Realm elders as well!"
"The three of us are only mid-stage Emperor Realm. If we fight them head-on, we have no chance of winning!"
Yuan Pu's eyes were bloodshot.
"Then what do we do?"
"Are we really supposed to hand over the foundation the lord left behind?"
"This Zixiao Sect was the lord's cave abode back then, and also the place where his honored self guided us in our cultivation!"
"If we just give it to the Skyfire Sect like this, if the lord returns one day, how are we supposed to answer to him?"
Mao Gong's eyes shifted, and he asked tentatively, "Why don't we... try contacting the lord?"
"If his honored self knew..."
Before he could finish, Yuan Pu cut him off.
"Contact him?"
"Over the years, we've invited the lord to come every few years, and he has always declined!"
"I imagine his identity must be sensitive, making it inconvenient for him to appear!"
"What point is there in contacting him again?"
"And besides, back then, his honored self bestowed cultivation methods upon us, showed us the way, and left his cave abode to us. That was already an enormous kindness!"
"Since we established our own sect, we should shoulder the responsibility of standing on our own!"
"What are we supposed to say if we contact the lord at a time like this? That we failed to look after his cave abode and lost it?"