Those words were beautifully phrased and displayed the magnanimity of a great sect. Shi Chun and Wu Jinliang looked at him, then at their own people.
Since Wan Daoxuan had said as much and given that assurance, Mai Zhanchang seemed to cast off his restraints. Turning to face the dispirited companions who had arrived with him, he declared, "When we were all one group, no matter how much we contributed, none of the credit was ours. Now that we've split into two sides, even the results we achieved on our own still have to be handed over to them. Tell me, is that fair?"
At first, no one responded. Then one of Mai Zhanchang's fellow disciples shouted, "It's not fair!"
Cries of "It's not fair!" began rising one after another, gradually merging into a single voice that echoed through the valley.
Anger gradually seeped into the shouting, along with a desire to vent and resist.
The words they had long bottled up in their hearts finally erupted in anger, now that they could take shelter in the safety of numbers.
Many of the welcoming Sandalwood Gold lights on either side of the valley immediately went out. These weren't returning comrades-they had come back to steal the credit. Welcome them, their asses! They didn't even want to give them a pleasant look anymore.
On a distant hilltop, Mulan Qingqing heard the cries drifting over, but remained standing with her hands behind her back, her face expressionless and cold as frost.
Beside her, Guan Yingjie snorted. "And so it begins."
Shi Chun's expression was grave. Seeing his reaction, Wu Jinliang immediately adopted a grave expression too. Neither spoke, simply letting the uproar continue.
After waiting a while, Wan Daoxuan amplified his voice with magic. "Everyone, quiet down. No shouting, no making a