Jiang Qiushui fell silent for a moment at his words, then suddenly smiled and said:
"You're right, Junior Brother Yan. I merely spoke too hastily just now."
"Please laugh it off."
She had only been voicing her feelings, but as a sect disciple, she really should not have expressed sympathy for the Mysterious Nether Sect.
There was no absolute good or evil. They merely stood on different sides.
They cultivated under the sect's protection, received its instruction, and enjoyed the monthly stipends it provided. Naturally, their words and actions had to reflect the sect's position.
"It's nothing. I believe you simply misspoke, Senior Sister."
Yan Kai's expression softened at this, and he nodded.
"This happened three or four thousand years ago. Even the sect no longer pays it any attention. Junior Sister Jiang, Junior Brother Yan, you mustn't let it damage your harmony."
"Otherwise, the fault would be mine. I'm the one who brought it up."
Cui Liang wore a smile as he tried to smooth things over.
Both nodded in agreement at his words, but neither seemed inclined to speak again, and silence settled over them.
Liu Yu watched it all without saying a word.
Both had entered the sect through Foundation Establishment stewards who led teams into the mortal world to test children for spiritual roots and gather those who possessed them. They had grown up in the Origin Sun Villa.
Their loyalty to the sect was beyond doubt.
This was the result of the sect raising disciples from childhood. Rogue cultivators who joined halfway through their lives could never compare.
Yet similar upbringings did not mean identical beliefs, and their loyalty to the sect took different forms.
If he had to describe them, one was a "hawk," and the other a "dove."
One was relatively aggressive and