Han Youying looked at the two men before her, their faces full of hesitation, and spoke with exasperation at their failure to stand up for themselves.
Yet Wei Beichen and Xiao Jinghong seemed not to hear her at all. They remained lost in grief over having caused Senior Sister's death.
"You... you... you two..."
Seeing them as stubborn as dead pigs unafraid of boiling water, Han Youying's scant patience ran out. Before she could press them further, she suddenly seemed to notice something.
She silently raised her eyes toward the faint figure of a woman in thin robes far off in the sky.
"What are you doing here?"
She did not know why her Master, who cared only for the greater good, had made the rare decision to leave the Dao Alliance Gate of the Mountain.
But with her fellow disciples gathered to discuss how to avenge Senior Sister, she had little interest in why her Master had come.
"It seems I've been far too lenient with you. You've grown fond of treating me, your Master, as though I don't exist!"
The thin-robed woman looked down at her Disciples, all of them on guard as though facing a formidable enemy. Anger flashed in her eyes.
But she soon came to terms with it.
After all, she had taken on nearly all the personal Disciples present on a whim. Each had an unusual, singular obsession in some respect.
She had hoped those obsessions would let them forge Martial Dao paths of their own.
Yet thousands of years had passed. Not only had they failed to forge paths of their own, but scarcely any had even managed to fathom the Dao Integration Realm.
Gradually, the thin-robed woman had abandoned her earlier experiment. She had stopped paying attention to her Disciples' growth and