"But..."
"I might not be able to stay in the sect for long and oversee what comes next myself."
"Why?!" Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong asked in unison.
"When a tree rises above the forest, the wind is sure to batter it."
Lin Ye explained calmly, his gaze sweeping over a large tree a short distance outside the window.
"At this tournament, I defeated Bibi Dong single-handedly and turned the Papal Hall upside down. My name is bound to spread far and wide."
"But that will also push me into the teeth of the storm."
"Bibi Dong's faction might not strike at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in the short term, but she will never let me keep growing."
"If I stay in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, I might seem safe, but I'll actually be an enormous living target, drawing endless spears in the open and arrows from the shadows."
Ning Fengzhi fell silent.
The joy on his face vanished in an instant, replaced once more by solemn concern.
Lin Ye's analysis was correct.
At such a young age, Lin Ye had already displayed terrifying power capable of severely injuring the pope. He would undoubtedly become a target every hostile faction would prioritize eliminating!
Even setting Spirit Hall aside, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect was certain to meddle.
So if Lin Ye continued to stay in the sect, he would indeed drag it into an enormous vortex.
Chen Xin's brows knitted tightly as he said urgently, "Little Ye, where do you want to go? It's too dangerous out there!"
"Bibi Dong is gravely injured, and that old bastard Qian Daoliu must have his eye on you too!"
"Let me accompany you and protect you!"
Bone Douluo Gu Rong immediately chimed in. "Me too!"
"With