Yun Mufeng showed no fear at all. He did not even lift his eyelids much, merely tilting his head slightly as he calmly met Elder Wang's furious glare.
"Facing the Demonic Path, it is impossible to avoid all sacrifice." His voice had turned completely cold, like ice beads striking a jade platter, crisp enough to make hearts quiver.
"Since the lives and fortunes of my Heavenly Secrets Pavilion disciples do not matter, and everyone is to be treated equally—then I presume that in your eyes, Sword Venerable is likewise nothing more than a 'necessary sacrifice'?"
The air in the hall froze abruptly. Elder Wang's face flushed the color of pig's liver, his lips trembling violently, the veins at his temples throbbing. Clearly, those words had left his blood boiling and him utterly speechless.
He flung his sleeve sharply. "Bah! You yellow-mouthed brat, stop making wild arguments and twisting right and wrong!"
The roar was full of force, but anyone with eyes could hear the guilty weakness hidden beneath its fierce bluster.
Yun Mufeng's words were something he could not refute head-on—if he did, then his earlier argument forcing Heavenly Secrets Pavilion disciples to stake their lives on revealing the secrets of fate would become a self-contradictory joke.
Even if it had merely been an angry remark in the heat of the moment, it had indeed been a slip of the tongue. Yun Mufeng had caught hold of his mistake and pressed it against him; there was nothing unreasonable about that.
Yun Mufeng was not cowed by his imposing manner in the slightest. He even gave a faint smile, one laced with knowing mockery.
"If that is not the case—" he drew out the last word, his tone leisurely as his gaze met Elder Wang's, as though he were looking at