Thinking of the banners those righteous sects waved, Dongfang Bai's eyes were filled with disdain.
Just what had she done that endangered the world, for them to declare that the world had suffered under Dongfang for far too long?
It was precisely because she had once been caught in the rain that she knew to hold an umbrella for others.
In the lands ruled by her Sun Moon Holy Cult, the common people could not be said to live in great happiness, but they at least lived and worked in peace. At the very least, no sect dared stir up trouble on Dongfang Bubai's territory.
Still, that was only natural. To those righteous sects, what you did was not important. What mattered was whether your existence was detrimental to them!
The world had always been so black and white.
We are white, so no matter what we do, we will always be white.
And you are black. No matter what good deeds you do, you will always be black.
Black would forever be black, and white would forever be white!
This Jianghu, this world, was a chessboard with only black and white pieces.
To change such a situation, one could only break free of being a chess piece, become the one who controlled the pieces, and then overturn the chessboard.
Ordinary Group Owner: "No way? Where did they get the nerve?"
Ordinary Group Owner: "Shouldn't they be pretty busy right now?"
Ordinary Group Owner: "The struggle over the Evil-Warding Sword Manual, the Golden Basin Hand-Washing Ceremony, the Sword-Qi Conflict breaking out again—how did they manage to unite?"
Su Yunqing asked in confusion. Even if Dongfang Bai had not been involved in the plot, some things should still have happened.
The Five Mountains Alliance was neither complete nor united. How could