"You saw things more clearly than anyone else."
"Those two points alone were why I made you the Holy Son of the Heavenly Sword Sect, to steer this little boat called the Heavenly Sword Sect across the Boundless Sea in this great age."
"Do you understand now?"
The old man spoke each word slowly and distinctly, his voice vast and majestic. Every word entered Jian Changfeng's ears and struck straight at his heart.
"Sect Master, could it be that even you didn't know beforehand?"
Jian Changfeng raised his head and looked at the old man, testingly asking.
"Yes, this old man did not know either. Later, I learned the truth, but by then it was already too late."
"Our Heavenly Sword Sect was the last one. And this old man was the last person to be kept in the dark."
The old man stroked his beard and sighed. As he spoke, a flicker of anger flashed through his eyes.
As a mighty Golden Immortal at the ninth level, this was the first time he had been deceived so thoroughly.
"Master, why would they..."
"Foolish child, even blood brothers may murder their elder brother because he earns more than they do. How could the Four Seas and Eight Wastelands possibly be as united as they appear on the surface?"
"This time, it was this old man's mistake. I admit defeat."
"Child, remember this: this matter has already become the great trend of heaven and earth. The Heavenly Dao is fanning the flames from behind the scenes. It is simply not something a small Heavenly Sword Sect like ours can resist."
"You cannot do it. I cannot do it. Neither can the Heavenly Sword Sect."
"To defy the Heavenly Dao is to walk a road leading only to death. Only by following