"Better to hear the Dao in the morning and die that evening!"
Everyone who took part in the discussion gained something from it, more or less. Without the slightest hesitation, they each went back and immediately entered seclusion to train bitterly.
It should have been a perfectly normal action, but in the eyes of those with ulterior motives, its nature changed completely.
When Feng Qinglin heard his own disciple say he had gained some insight in his cultivation and needed to enter seclusion to train in hopes of breaking through a bottleneck, he was delighted. But when he learned that the disciples of several of his senior and junior brothers had all gone into seclusion for the same reason, he felt terrible all over.
It was normal for one person to "gain some insight in cultivation," but for every single lobbyist to have gained insight—who would believe that?
"They're all a bunch of rebellious disciples!"
After that furious curse, no one answered for a long while, and Feng Qinglin grew even more embarrassed.
Clearly, this incident had dealt quite a blow to this small group. They had never held an advantage in the sect by supporting Cai Buli in the first place, and now even their own disciples were opposing them.
That was right. In their eyes, this seemingly normal seclusion was their own disciples' silent opposition.
After all, they were their own disciples, every one of them the kind who respected teachers and revered the Dao. They would never dare go against their masters outright. Even if they opposed them inwardly, they would only choose this kind of silent protest.
After imagining the whole situation through, everyone had no choice but to reexamine whether they should continue supporting Cai Buli in his bid for the position of sect master's