"Which is more important: a temporary predicament, or the survival of the sect?"
Tang Xiao's words struck the elders' hearts like heavy hammer blows.
They saw the pain in Tang Xiao's eyes, then looked toward the two consecrated elders watching them like tigers from afar. They could only comply.
Fight to the death?
That would only hasten their destruction.
"Yes, Sect Master."
Tang Xiao said no more. Suppressing the agony and humiliation in his heart, he said in a deep voice, "By my order, bring... bring the disciples' bodies back. Give them proper burials."
The elders nodded silently and stepped forward.
Watching the Clear Sky Sect group leave, Guang Ling Douluo said blandly, "At least they know what's good for them."
Qing Luan Douluo sat back down and closed his eyes to rest. "Mm. Next, we'll see how long they can behave themselves."
At the sight of the dozen or so Clear Sky Sect disciples' corpses, the entire Clear Sky Sect fell into an especially oppressive mood.
After arranging the bodies of the fallen disciples and handling the aftermath simply, Tang Xiao did not even have time to grieve before immediately summoning all the core elders for an emergency meeting in his private chamber.
Tang Xiao sat in the seat of honor, his fingers unconsciously tapping the table. "Everyone understands the situation. Spirit Hall's two consecrated elders have blocked our gates. They allow entry but forbid exit. That means our supply routes to the outside world have been completely severed."
He paused, sweeping his gaze over the room. "What we need most urgently is not cultivation resources, but... survival. Food, salt, the most basic clothing... how long can these last?"
An elder in charge of internal affairs hurriedly rose, his expression bitter. "Reporting to the Sect Master, the sect's