"And in the end, you wanted to secure the greatest resources for your future lives and dissolve our Zhunti Pavilion on the spot. Have I understood you correctly?!"
Abbess Seven Absolutes spoke coldly, yet her words carried a trace of gentleness, an invitation to discuss matters.
Her words stirred memories in the hundreds of Zhunti Pavilion disciples: growing from babbling infants into adults, supporting their senior and junior sisters in the pavilion, growing medicinal herbs together, then selling those herbs at the Jade Dragon Sect on Jade Dragon Mountain to obtain the resources they needed to survive.
The morning and evening lessons at Zhunti Pavilion might have been dull, but they had made their lives peaceful and fulfilling.
As Abbess Seven Absolutes spoke, the hundreds of disciples began to reflect. Why had they suddenly grown so restless over these past ten years? Why had they suddenly wanted to abandon this little sect, Zhunti Pavilion?
Why did they have to become inner disciples of the Eighty-One Great Sects?
Even if other sects had extended olive branches, offering favorable terms and promising abundant resources to recruit them as inner disciples, now that Zhunti Pavilion had two elite prodigies, they could obtain resources from the Royal City no less generous than those great sects had offered!
Seven Absolutes' words seemed to possess a natural persuasive magic, making the people of Zhunti Pavilion waver at once.
Abbess Seven Absolutes continued:
"Let me, Seven Absolutes, make this clear. From the moment our parents abandoned us at Zhunti Pavilion's gates, every one of us belonged to Zhunti in life and would haunt Zhunti Pavilion in death. If you wish to join another sect, you may kill me first, then step over my corpse."
Abbess Silver Hook's aged face shifted repeatedly at those words. She thumped her