"Fellow Daoists, must we truly go this far? Though my second brother fell out with Highest Purity Dao cultivators over that spirit hound, it was only a minor clash, nothing serious. Once we begin fighting, both sides will inevitably suffer losses."
Yang Jiao, eldest son of the Yang family, looked at the Jade Purity Dao cultivators with some hesitation.
"Fellow Daoist Yang is compassionate, which is naturally a great virtue for one who cultivates the immortal Dao. But the immortal Dao is not like the mortal world, where there are many cultivators. Your compassion does not mean others harbor goodwill as well. The cultivators of Highest Purity Dao in particular mostly come from unorthodox and heterodox lineages. They delight in plagues and venomous insects, corpse refinement and bloodlust, soul-snatching and ritual arts. Do you think people who favor such methods would agree to make peace? And even if they truly did, what harm is there in taking some precautions?"
The speaker was Daoist Lingchui, dressed in a plain-colored Daoist robe and holding a fiery-red feather fan.
He was also an old acquaintance of Highest Purity Dao. Back when Ren Yang had fought Lü Yue and suffered a crushing defeat, he had entered Daoist Lingchui's cave abode and passed away in meditation. His disciples, followers, magical treasures, and secret arts had all been entrusted to Lingchui.
In recent years, Daoist Lingchui had cultivated quite a few secret techniques, all to deal with Lü Yue.
Yet because of his own cultivation, Lü Yue had shut himself away and never emerged. This left Daoist Lingchui, who considered himself a member of a great orthodox sect and conducted all things according to proper rules, rather helpless. He could only travel abroad, and in doing so became friendly with Yang Jiao.
As he now urged