Zhao He went off to make a phone call, while Fang Yuewan waited where she was. "Brother Tian... We really have you to thank for taking us in. To be honest, we truly didn't know who else to follow if we went back. Our martial uncle is incredibly stubborn. With Master there to mediate before, things were manageable, but now you saw how he just left without taking us with him. The few of us senior and junior brothers escorted Master's remains back, and when we heard the news, we were all stunned. Zhao He spent an entire day thinking it over before deciding to come back and speak to you in person."
"Sorry for the trouble..." I sighed. When a man was gone, even his tea turned cold. The old man's bones had not even grown cold, yet everyone was already scrambling to pick a side. It truly showed how cold and fickle the world could be.
"Who could say otherwise? Our martial uncle is a good man too, just a little eccentric. He and Master shared the same teacher, and he was also an exceptional teacher in his own right. Actually, when he heard that Master had died, he was deeply grieved. If the Daoist sects were at fault, how could he forgive them? He saw the truth clearly, which was why he insisted on not leaving. But our sect leader martial uncle was tempted by the official authorities' inducements and let the entire sect enter their system. Greed had clouded his judgment." Fang Yuewan began chatting with me. That was how things had turned out.
I had long guessed that the official authorities would offer handsome benefits to the various sects. A sect like the Arcane Elixir Sect, which specialized in alchemy, was especially worth winning over.