The Wind Howls

"Then... then you have even less reason to come if you still have a sect. If the Tide Army truly has someone like that, the Mang Army has no chance of winning at all. Even with the sect added in, there'd still be no chance."

After thinking it over carefully, the Mang Army strategist instead hoped even more that the Shuntian Sect would not help the Mang Army. It was rather absurd—someone unaware of the situation might have thought he was a spy for the Tide Army.

But the Sect Master and Venerable Enyong, who knew the Mang Army strategist well, understood that it was because he valued the Shuntian Sect above all else. That was his home. The Mang Army was merely a place where he worked; if it was gone, then it was gone.

"That is why we must gather the strength of the three sects, and even that of everyone who practices bizarre and sinister arts," the Sect Master replied.

"This will be incredibly brutal. The sect might even be destroyed. Venerable Enyong, why aren't you trying to persuade the Sect Master? Isn't this reckless?"

The Mang Army strategist was extremely anxious, his tone urgent. By the end, he had even dragged Enyong, who had been quietly playing the role of an invisible bystander, into it, hoping his venerable elder would persuade the Sect Master to take the Shuntian Sect back.

The Mang Army strategist's stubbornness also made the Sect Master somewhat displeased, and his tone became sharper.

"Be quiet. Does that boy Enyong have the nerve to persuade me? Only a brat like you would dare speak to me like that."

"Do you think I, the Sect Master, don't want what is best for the sect? We have no choice. Do you know what that peerless