"Martial Nephew Chu, if this method truly succeeds, you will be a great contributor to our sect," Zhou Zhongming said.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and waved a hand. "Elder, as a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, I naturally must do everything in my power to contribute to the sect. If I have one measure of strength, I contribute one measure; if I have ten measures, I contribute ten."
"Hehe, exactly, exactly." Zhou Zhongming nodded with a smile.
Chu Zhiyuan sighed. "I ascended here alone, with no family or friends to look to. The senior brothers and sisters in the sect, along with the Elders and Sect Leader, are my family. The sect is my home, my root."
"Exactly. The sect is your home, Martial Nephew. We are all your family." Zhou Zhongming nodded solemnly.
"Exactly, exactly."
"Our Heavenly Sword Sect is one whole, one family, the closest of kin."
"Martial Nephew Chu, with so many senior brothers, senior sisters, and elders of the sect around you, you are not alone."
"When I first ascended, I felt the same way. If not for the sect, I might well have gone mad."
"The world is vast, yet to have no kin in sight and stand all alone is truly a bitter agony."
The crowd discussed animatedly.
Chu Zhiyuan's words struck straight into their hearts, making them feel both closer to him and more trusting of him.
Having cast everything aside to ascend here, with only oneself left behind—without spiritual support, one would have long since died of loneliness.
It was precisely because they were within the sect and not alone that they could peacefully enjoy their later years, still shine and give warmth, offer counsel and plans.
The twelve Elders, in particular, looked at Chu Zhiyuan with warmth in their eyes.