Their proposal to Su Zhiyan was nothing more than an excuse they'd come up with.
What did that girl have to do with it?
She was a victim too.
As for Su Zhiyan's astonishing performance afterward, when she cut down Xu Chen with a single sword strike, well, he'd brought that on himself.
What, the enemy came knocking, broke the rules, and the sect couldn't protect its own people? Were they supposed to make their disciples surrender without a fight?
Master Green Feather wasn't that spineless, nor was he so foolish.
Giving ground time and again would only chill the hearts of their own disciples and embolden their enemies.
All it would do was encourage the other side to push their luck.
So Su Zhiyan had done nothing wrong.
She hadn't just done nothing wrong—she'd rendered a great service.
If she hadn't held off Sword Immortal Lingkong and somehow made him kneel in submission,
I'd probably have already returned to the underworld.
And the outcome of that battle wouldn't have been the Mist Moon Immortal Palace suffering a crushing defeat. It would have been our sect collapsing, with everyone scattering like monkeys when the tree fell.
But how had Su Zhiyan done it?
Yet when asked afterward, the girl had only stammered.
She said that at the time, she'd been in a daze and had casually swung her sword. Xu Chen had dropped dead. Then she'd swung again, and that half-step Mahayana expert had knelt and bowed.
The elders: "..."
That explanation was riddled with holes, naturally, and hardly convincing.
Yet from Master Green Feather down to the elders and hall heads, not one of them questioned her. No one pressed her further, either.
The Feathering Sect was short on talent. These bigwigs might not have been great sages, but