At Chen Xuanqing's explanation, Tang Yuehua's expression darkened slightly. She knew all too well that this was a world where the strong were kings and strength reigned supreme.
As a direct descendant of the Clear Sky Sect, her inability to cultivate or wield that awe-inspiring power left Tang Yuehua in an extremely awkward position within the sect.
In fact, Tang Yuehua often gazed at the bright moonlight in the still of night, her heart filled with helplessness and sorrow.
Now, Chen Xuanqing's words were like a fresh breeze, dispersing the fog shrouding Tang Yuehua's heart.
Chen Xuanqing murmured, "Yuehua, if I had a way to make your martial soul evolve, would you be willing to lend me a hand?"
At his words, excitement surged through Tang Yuehua's heart, but she soon sank into deep hesitation.
She raised her head, conflicting emotions flickering in her eyes, and asked softly, "What could I do for you? Help you fight the Clear Sky Sect?"
Chen Xuanqing looked at her, his eyes full of sincerity and tenderness, and said slowly, "No, Yuehua, that isn't what I mean. I only hope that, when necessary, you can persuade the Clear Sky Sect to submit. Of course, if they wish to remain secluded and keep out of worldly strife, I will never lay a hand on them."
A warm current flowed through Tang Yuehua's heart as she listened.
She knew Chen Xuanqing's words were not wind blowing from an empty cave; he had come prepared.
Moreover, Tang Yuehua understood that although she belonged to the Clear Sky Sect, aside from a few close relatives, she had little emotional connection to its other members. There were even some old grudges between them.
Rather than continue sinking into this hopeless family, she might as well seize this opportunity to