Old Ancestor Ying Yue had likewise never expected Chu Huan to say such things.
She froze for a moment, then roared, "Chu Huan, are you trying to make this old woman betray the sect?"
"What do you mean, betray the sect?"
Hearing this, Chu Huan acted as though nothing had happened and shouted, "Lian Xintong is a member of the Xuan Yin Sect. Does that mean Lin'er and I are not members of the Xuan Yin Sect?"
"Why should Lian Xintong get to decide whether we live or die?"
"Speaking of it, today's matter is merely an internal struggle within our Xuan Yin Sect. How has it risen to the level of betraying the sect?"
To any normal person, every word in that string of arguments would have sounded utterly twisted.
Yet coming from his mouth, his forceful attitude made it seem as though he were stating nothing but fact.
Zhao Ziyu's jaw nearly dropped.
How was this brat even bolder than Qin Shaofeng?
Lian Xintong was the Xuan Yin Sect's sect master. What the hell were you?
How had starting an internal sect war somehow become not betraying the sect once the words passed through your mouth?
Where in the world had you dug up such crooked logic?
"Chu Huan, you, you, you..."
Old Ancestor Ying Yue immediately began stammering. After shouting "you" for ages, she still could not produce a coherent retort.
Seeing this, Chu Huan raised his voice once more.
"Old Ancestor Ying Yue, I know your way of thinking makes it difficult for you to understand my words. But I can only say this: no matter what happens today, our Xuan Yin Sect will still be the Xuan Yin Sect. Nothing will change in the slightest."
"The only difference is that if I die, then even