Yang Wudi sought aid

When the Fifth Elder saw Yang Wudi put away his spear, a weight lifted from his heart.

He thought the matter was settled.

He straightened a little and adjusted his robes, preparing to offer his sincere thanks.

"Thank you, Clan Leader Yang..."

However, Yang Wudi cut him off.

"What are you thanking me for?"

"Since the Clear Sky Sect is gone, our grudge is settled."

"You can leave."

The Fifth Elder froze.

Settled?

What did that mean?

"Clan Leader Yang, the poison in these disciples..."

"I said the grudge between the Breaking Clan and the Clear Sky Sect is settled."

Yang Wudi looked at him, enunciating every word.

"I won't hold a grudge against you anymore, but if you expect me to cure your poison, forget it."

With that, he turned back and shut the gates.

The Fifth Elder opened his mouth, hoping to make one more appeal, but the gates had already closed in front of him.

The Fifth Elder stood outside for a long time.

He turned to look at the youngsters behind him.

The oldest of them was barely in his twenties. They should have been cultivating and growing within their sect, yet now every one of them was clinging to life, barely able to stand.

I can't rush this.

The Fifth Elder tried to reassure himself.

Yang Wudi hadn't attacked again, so there was still room to negotiate.

The key was to give him time.

"Let's leave for now," he instructed.

"We'll find an inn nearby."

Once they settled in, he would wait outside the clan's gates every day.

Sincerity could move even the hardest heart.

He would keep trying and give it time.

Perhaps Yang Wudi would relent.

Supporting one another, the group slowly left the Breaking Clan.

Yang Wudi returned and headed straight