What did that mean?
Was that a joke, or were they deliberately teasing them?
Meng Yuanxuan said with a face full of astonishment, "What does that mean? Do you really intend to make a move against all the ancient clans?"
"Don't make it sound so awful. We merely want to return a harmonious environment to the Western Continent. If a clan dares to sacrifice its own people today, who knows if tomorrow they'll seize ordinary people and minor cultivators to sacrifice!"
"After thousands upon thousands of years, when bloodline inheritances grow thin, do you dare guarantee that everyone in your clan will be a cultivator? Those people in the future with your blood flowing through their veins—could they one day be walking down some forest path, only to be seized and used as offerings in a sacrifice?"
"So, each generation has its own mission. The crime may lie in the present age, but the merit can be passed down for a thousand autumns!"
Lin Heng's righteous and stern appearance was as if he had switched on a brainwashing halo for everyone.
A speech was not terrifying. What was terrifying was that it could shake and bewitch people's hearts!
Meng Yuanxuan went numb where he stood. This was the first time he had seen banditry spoken of with such awe-inspiring righteousness.
You even considered things thousands of years later, did you!
If you've got that kind of ability, why don't you go compete to become emperor of a Dynasty!
"Fellow Daoist Yuanxuan, please! Tell us the circumstances of the other ancient clans in detail!" Dugu Zixuan said lightly.
"Are you really certain?"
"Certain!"
"...All right!"
If the people of the Immortal Alliance really made a move against the other ancient clans, that would instead be a good thing for the Meng