"Ling Cang, since you knew you were being controlled and knew the path ahead was a dead end, why did you not seek aid from the sect?"
Seeing him like this, Qin Feng frowned. The anger in his heart subsided somewhat, and he could tell that Ling Cang spoke sincerely, not in self-defense.
Nor had Ling Cang been converted and had his mind twisted. It seemed he had truly had his weakness seized and had been forced into this.
He said, "Even if the Yu Long Sect is now battered by wind and rain, it remains one of the Human Race's foremost holy lands. Protecting a tiny Falling Star Sect like yours and preserving the lives of your sect's disciples is still well within its power."
"As long as you send word and ask for help, I naturally will not stand by and do nothing."
"Tell me. Who could possibly have the power to force you into betraying your sect?"
"Ask for help? It is too late..."
Upon hearing Qin Feng's words, two streams of bloody tears instantly fell from Ling Cang's eyes. He gave a miserable laugh and said:
"Elder Qin, everything is too late. Even if we sought help from the sect, the sect could not save us. It might even drag the sect into a calamity from which there is no return."
"Elder Qin, go. Leave this place quickly!"
As he spoke, the Falling Star Sect's sect master trembled all over. Dense cracks suddenly appeared across his face, as though endless agony had consumed him.
Yet amid that agony, his voice seemed to regain some clarity, becoming that of another person:
"Elder Qin, leave this place. Leave immediately!"
"What happened today was not of our own will. And within this Falling Star Sect today, someone else is