True Lord Qingshui wore a solemn expression, his tone more earnest than ever, just as it had been when he taught his disciples.
He had already resolved to die and stay behind to cover their retreat. It seemed he wanted to give one final lesson.
Yet it was unclear whom these words were truly meant for.
Perhaps this True Lord was using this gesture to tell everyone on Desolate Mountain that the Purple Turban Army and the Cloth-Clad Alliance had not been founded for profit alone.
They also stood for the pursuit of fairness and justice.
After all, Liu Yu, Xu Haoran, Guo Poyun, Liao Yunxi, and the others were already indispensable pillars of their respective organizations. Some might soon rise to become elders among their leadership.
If even their convictions wavered, the consequences would undoubtedly be disastrous, with an incalculable impact on the cause of overthrowing the Qian Court Sacred Lands.
Never mind Guo Poyun, Liao Yunxi, and the others-even Liu Yu had heard such words countless times during his twenty or thirty years in the Cloth-Clad Alliance.
Words alone would have carried no persuasive weight.
But paired with True Lord Qingshui's actions now, they possessed an indescribable power that compelled others to agree and believe.
To uphold the "justice" in his heart, to mend the rift caused by Mingjing's betrayal, he had chosen to make amends with his life!
On Desolate Mountain, everyone's expressions stirred.
The convictions in their hearts, shaken by Mingjing's betrayal, grew firm once more, stronger and more certain than before.
The Purple Turban Army and the Cloth-Clad Alliance were fundamentally different from the Qian Court Sacred Lands, the sects, and the aristocratic clans!
At this moment of crisis, a Nascent Soul True Lord was about to prove the existence of "justice" with his life.