"Remember, I don't want what happened last time to happen again. Since you've chosen, then walk this road into the dark."
The old man abruptly changed the subject, his tone terrifyingly calm.
"Yes, Patriarch. There won't be a next time."
The middle-aged man's expression tightened, and he immediately bowed respectfully. Naturally, he understood what his Patriarch meant.
Last time had been when Ye Lin was troubled by a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal. If their sect's consecrated expert had not arrived quickly enough, a major disaster might have broken out.
Because of that matter, their Patriarch had personally sent down an incarnation to the Asura Clan and had a friendly exchange with the Asura King.
Something like that would absolutely never happen again.
Several breaths later, the middle-aged man still had not left. Seeing his hesitant, half-spoken expression, the old man coldly rebuked him.
"If you have something to say, say it. Don't make that face at me."
"Patriarch, you are supporting Ye Lin with all your strength, but within our sect, we also have..."
"Say no more. Among the younger generation currently alive, how many can compare to Ye Lin? Besides, you know perfectly well the flaws of those little ones who have been sealed away."
"No matter how outstanding they may be, when they finally set foot upon Emperor Pass, if they are not favored by the Heavenly Dao, then throughout all ages, how many of these so-called sealed ones have been able to cross a great era and obtain the Dao Fruit of Transcendence?"
"Sometimes, preparations must be made early. Do not place all your wagers on one person, or when that time comes, you will have no road left to walk."
The old man spoke lightly, but when his words entered the middle-aged man's mind, they took