Another young man grumbled in dissatisfaction, "Senior Sister, why do the people from Wanli Sect always leave us waiting outside? What's that supposed to mean? Do they look down on our sect?"
His words stirred a ripple of indignation in the hearts of the other three, and Hua Xuerong felt her own heart tighten.
After a brief silence, a slightly older young man said in a cold, low voice, "Just wait. This isn't the first time this has happened."
She took a deep breath and gripped the hilt of the sword in her hand. In the end, she suppressed her indignation and said nothing, silently watching the disciples coming and going through the great gate.
Many of them were pointing at the group and whispering, some mocking and sneering at them. In the past, seeing this would have made her angry and resentful; she would have rushed forward without a second thought to demand an explanation.
Until one time, when she finally couldn't hold back and charged in to beat up someone inside who had been shouting arrogantly. But what happened afterward was that, because of her impulsiveness, her father brought gifts and personally came to apologize, asking the elders inside to overlook her youthful ignorance.
For the master of a sect in a major power, what a humiliating and stifling thing that was.
But her father had never blamed her. He had only warned her not to act impulsively again. When she was weaker than her opponent, provocation and retaliation were utterly meaningless.
If one day she could stand tall and defeat the people on the other side, then she could unleash everything she had kept bottled up inside. But until that day, she had to learn to endure.
From that day on, she finally understood why her father