This course of action alone was not enough to say much.
But Yun Changfeng had no other choice.
After turning it over and over in his mind, he could only let out a soft sigh in the end. "Master is far-sighted indeed. I fear he has seen a distant horizon that we disciples cannot."
"What I have pondered and worried over, I fear he has already reached a decision on."
"Forget it. At least I made this trip today. I can say my conscience is clear."
Knowing of his deeds, he had to speak of them; hearing his words, he had to speak of them. Since he knew and had heard, he could not pretend that all was peaceful and remain unmoved by Fang Tianji's fate.
"It is only I who feel this way. Those fellow disciples who left long ago may not necessarily think the same."
He shook his head slightly. Ever since another Venerable Elder's disciples—more than half of the Direct Disciples—had been wiped out, one of the Three Venerable Elders had acted as though he had heard nothing and seen nothing.
This filled many disciples below who had heard of the matter with a measure of dread.
And a measure of chill.
If not for the fact that the threshold of a top Daoist lineage within the Humanity World was not so easily crossed, nor so easily left behind,
these disciples would likely have already entertained thoughts of departure. But Yun Changfeng knew that this was merely a burst of hotheadedness.
When days and years stretched on, what happened here would eventually be buried in the Long River of Time, never to see daylight, never to be perused by those who came after.
Yet for now, quite a few disciples had indeed grown somewhat disheartened. Still, matters