"Those with ability, if they lack ambition, do that ability a disservice—and the world, too."
Bai Yutian looked at the black hand on the bed and spoke earnestly.
Li Qingqiu and the Qingxiao Sect's sudden rise had indeed made the world a better place.
Although Bai Yutian had never lived under the rule of the Great Li Dynasty, one of his martial uncles had died resisting Zhao Zhi.
The elders of Fengxia Mountain despised Zhao Zhi. Not one of them had a good word to say about him.
He had murdered his brother and son. To obtain the Elixir of Immortality, he had abducted countless boys and girls, and who knew how many martial arts experts he had drained of their Internal Energy.
In all the annals of history, it was hard to find anyone as evil as Zhao Zhi.
The period under Zhao Zhi's rule had been pitch-dark. That was precisely what made the Qingxiao Sect's greatness shine all the brighter.
If the Qingxiao Sect, a sect of cultivators, had only cared about profit, it could easily have catered to Zhao Zhi. But Li Qingqiu had done no such thing. He had gone alone to Zhenyang Imperial City and slain Zhao Zhi amid a hundred thousand troops. To this day, people still talked about it with relish.
Hearing Bai Yutian's words, the black hand froze. Clearly, it hadn't expected him to have such insight.
The black hand continued, "When you return to Fengxia Mountain and become its leader, what will you do if your fellow disciples force you to oppose the Qingxiao Sect?"
Those words left Bai Yutian silent, unsure how to answer.
After all, he was still only eleven. He hadn't experienced enough to know what to say.
The black hand sprang from the bed and landed on