"In this Profound Heaven Domain, the rise and fall of one family—from nothing to something, then from something back to nothing—seems not to bring much change after all."
On a mountain peak, a sharp-eyed cultivator let out a deep sigh. He was also the sect master of a major sect. Though he was not in Central Province, he had heard of the Yue Clan's great reputation in a neighboring province.
Behind him, a young disciple stood with spirit blazing between his brows. "Master, why do you say that? The Yue Clan willingly sank into depravity. This outcome was only deserved."
The youth's chest burned like fire. He hated evil as though it were his mortal enemy, and he despised demonic cultivators all the more.
The sect master shook his head slightly, though his words were comforting. "You have righteousness in your heart. That is good."
That was all he said. He encouraged his disciple, but offered no further profound or guarded words.
"It is only that the word 'deserved' can carry a weight both light and heavy."
Such a grand cultivation family had been wiped away with a few casual strokes.
He recalled several other great families and major sects. The expressions on their faces—half indignant, half enduring—seemed like the wisp of drifting cloud before him, scattering at the slightest touch.
How fragile.
Water Province.
Silence.
There were quite a few cultivators who shared the old sect master's thoughts. They were not blind.
It was only that, at times, the desires in people's hearts escaped all control.
Heavenly Mountain Sect.
Within the great hall, everyone was silent.
For the first time in his life, Zhu Longxiang saw the melancholy on his master's face.
At his master's level, he had always remained composed and unhurried, calculations resting in his heart. The