Yun Fei actually felt that Gu Sinan was making a mountain out of a molehill. Setting aside whether the Mutual Aid Alliance could even develop, even if it truly grew into a colossal force, the first to have their room to survive squeezed would be those second-rate sect forces.
The Demon Venerable Hall stood among the One Palace, Three Paths, and Five Evil Sects. It was now unquestionably a demonic Sacred Land. Even though Ye Huan had launched an internal war and fully taken control of the Demon Venerable Hall, causing severe internal depletion and greatly damaging its strength, it was still not something a newly emerging demonic force could shake.
Gu Sinan frowned almost imperceptibly. What Meng Zhao had said could not truly convince him, yet upon careful thought, there seemed to be nothing wrong with it. He could only continue, "That may be so, but this matter will ultimately have far-reaching consequences. It is not only me—people from the other sects are also extremely dissatisfied with this Mutual Aid Alliance. They believe it is stirring up conflict between sects and Rogue Cultivators, and they may well take action to punish it.
"But with that person backing He Liu, it will surely end up being swept under the rug again. That is why I find it difficult!"
In the end, he was still afraid of the Palace Master. After all, he was a grandmaster-level expert and a senior master whom even Ye Huan had to respect. His standing was formidable indeed.
Meng Zhao smiled and poured himself a cup of water, moistening his parched throat. His voice was clear and bright. "That is no longer something we can control. No matter what becomes of the Mutual Aid Alliance, whether it can withstand the pressure or not, it will not