Murong Longqie was something of a legendary figure in Northwest Circuit, and the only person in recent years with any hope of advancing to the True Martial Realm.
Though Murong Longqie had not made a move for decades, and none of the Murong clan's other martial artists had joined Great Snow Mountain, his reputation alone was enough to uphold the entire Murong clan.
Thus, when Murong Longqie emerged from his secluded cultivation grounds, everyone who had been fighting turned solemn at once. The Murong clan's morale soared, while Baili Changkong and the others wore grave expressions.
Looking upon the Murong clan, where blood flowed like a river, Murong Longqie's expression did not change. He merely said blandly, "Born of the same root, why must we scorch each other so fiercely?
"We are all martial artists of Northwest Circuit. If I advance to the True Martial Realm in the future, it will strengthen Northwest Circuit as well. Are you truly so eager to see the Murong clan destroyed?"
Baili Changkong said evenly, "Senior Murong, there are some things you should understand. Northwest Circuit cannot accommodate two True Martial Realm existences right now. If the Murong clan rises, it will inevitably swallow us all. We do not wish to be swallowed, so we can only rise up and resist."
Murong Longqie shook his head. "Northwest Circuit is already a heap of loose sand. Shouldn't someone capable of taking control of the overall situation emerge?
"Great Snow Mountain cannot do it. My Murong clan wishes to do it, yet you refuse to allow it. Do you know that in the future, you will be the sinners of all Northwest Circuit!"
As he bellowed that final sentence, his voice crashed like thunder, making heaven and earth change color. That soaring, sky-piercing might made everyone