A Sentimental World, Sharing the Mortal Dust; An Endless Starry Sky, Walking the Martial Path Alone! [Two-in-One]

Ice Tianxue sighed. She could somewhat understand. "After the last incident, they lost more than eighty percent of their luck. Such a huge sect will continue declining in the future. I'm afraid that within a few hundred years, it'll fall to become a middling sect. That's entirely foreseeable... If they don't restore it, how will they face their ancestors?"

"They can endure the sect not developing and simply maintain the status quo, but they can't bear to watch it deteriorate day by day."

"That's the reason."

Bi Yunyan nodded from the side. "Exactly. For example, when a family can live peacefully, no one is anxious. But when something major happens and the family is about to collapse, the man serving as its pillar will fight with everything he has."

Yan Beihan sighed. "The way you put it... makes me feel bad about killing them."

Bi Yunyan's words stirred a pang of sympathy in Yan Beihan.

It wasn't that she no longer wanted to kill the people of Netherworld Hall. Rather, she had thought that if her own family ever encountered trouble, Fang Che, as its pillar, would certainly fight desperately.

Once she thought of it that way, Yan Beihan suddenly no longer wanted to kill anyone.

On the ground.

Lan Wuxiang, who had been lying there like a corpse, let out a bitter laugh and murmured, "Netherworld Hall is gone. Our ancestors' legacy is gone. How... how can I go on living?"

Suddenly, he gave a hoarse roar, shakily stood up, and drew his long sword. His face was ashen. "Martial Grand-Uncle, let's be on our way."

Underground, several old men closed their eyes. "I have no strength... I won't get up. Wuxiang, send me on my way."

Hot tears streamed down Lan Wuxiang's face as he laughed bitterly. "Greed...