The Sect Master's Hall.
Because there was no meeting today, the hall was fairly quiet. Sister-in-law naturally had things to do and wasn't there, so I brought Luo Fengzhi straight to the side hall. After all, this was something of a personal matter, and discussing it in public would be too much. Besides, he was an alliance master, so going anywhere else would have been inappropriate.
Zhao Qian naturally knew how to handle this matter, so when we entered the side hall, she went to invite Grandma over. What little schemes she had in mind, I would remain completely unaware of.
"Is this Sect Master's Hall newly built? Everything in your Heaven's Path is new. Looks like you've suffered no shortage of losses while running hither and thither all these years, eh? I heard that the great stretch of pavilions and sect grounds Heaven's Path had just built in the Night Border Nation was all seized by the Witch Race. Alas, the Witch Race isn't like us Human Immortals. Those little pavilions were probably built in vain once they fell into their hands. They don't much like such square, proper nests." Luo Fengzhi chuckled, his words clearly laden with meaning.
After asking Luo Fengzhi to sit, I picked up the teapot and poured him a cup of water. "Heaven's Path has indeed been battered and driven from place to place these past years. The farther forward we go, the harder each step becomes. But how can a great sect be forged without weathering storms? So long as Heaven's Path's disciples are safe, nothing else matters."
"Ha! The importance of people is the same everywhere. I know you'd do anything for Heaven's Path. But if one person struggles alone, he might get lucky for a short while, and his strength might