What a Captivating Man
The Flowing Cloud Sword Sect had two major lineages: the Xie Family and the Feng Family.
Ever since the Feng Family's strongest backer had died fighting the Ghost Mother Wuji in the Great Jin Imperial Palace, the Feng Family's influence in the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect had declined sharply.
Some time ago, when the sect tried to force recruits up the mountain, several elders from the Feng Family had jointly opposed it. The Great Elder had forcibly suppressed them, then sent them to the very front line of the war against the Blood Demon Sect.
In less than half a month, several elders from the Feng Family had either died or been wounded, leaving the family's influence almost utterly devastated.
Inside a cave residence, Feng Ling stared at the secret letter in her hand and murmured, "Second Uncle was seriously injured too."
Her eyes were dull, her expression filled with desolation. The sharp, fierce spirit she had once possessed had long since been ground away.
Ever since she had been demoted to an ordinary disciple, she spent most of every day in her cave residence. Even when she left, members of the sect watched her without pause.
"Elder Sister Feng, don't be sad."
"If things really come to that, we can leave the Sword Sect."
Beside her, a young girl dressed in a sword robe gently consoled her.
She had thought the Blood Demon Sect was a hell where life was impossible, but after coming to the Sword Sect, she realized that this was the place that devoured people without even spitting out their bones.
Apart from a tiny number of upright and kindhearted cultivators, most of the Sword Sect's cultivators were hypocrites or fence-sitters.
Elder Sister Feng Ling's family had made countless contributions to the