Instead, they would become one person's vassals completely!
They were staking the fate of their entire sect on Chen Xuan alone!
Gu Rong's lips moved. He wanted to say something, but in the end, no words came out.
He looked at Ning Fengzhi's resolute profile, then at Chen Xin, who stood beside him with complete conviction, and finally let his gaze fall on Chen Xuan, leisurely sipping his tea.
He sighed.
The sect master had made the right bet.
This wasn't vassalage.
This was... following in a god's footsteps!
The courtyard fell silent.
Chen Xuan continued sipping his tea, seemingly uninterested in this show of allegiance—one that could shake the entire continent.
Ning Fengzhi remained bent forward, fine beads of sweat already beading on his forehead.
He was waiting.
Waiting for an answer that would decide his sect's future.
Every second stretched out like a century.
At last, Chen Xuan set down his teacup.
"Your reasons?"
He asked.
Ning Fengzhi's heart tightened. He knew the test had begun.
Daring not to hide anything, he replied respectfully,
"For Rongrong, and for the sect."
"Sir, you possess powers that reach to the heavens and plumb the depths of the earth. Rongrong's being accepted as your disciple is the greatest blessing she could hope for. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is willing to clear every obstacle in your path. We ask only that you protect Rongrong and help her go further."
"Secondly, turmoil is brewing across the continent. Spirit Hall's ambitions are plain to see. Though the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect enjoys some renown, we are no more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot when faced with the tides of the age. Only by following a true powerhouse like you can we hope to find a thread of survival."