Mo Caihuan had made herself perfectly clear: where you planted your backside determined how your head worked. Each situation called for its own analysis. The Covering Moon Sect was no leading sect, just a minor power on the fringes. It needed to grow stronger, not cling desperately to its dignity.
Besides, they would not be murdering people or setting fires, but debuting as idols. That was merely embarrassing, not depraved, wasn't it?
Sect Leader Chen Mo agreed completely, while Martial Aunt Nangong Que looked thoughtful.
Elder Qi still opposed it. "You're a spy. You're trying to destroy the Covering Moon Sect."
"I'm merely telling the truth. When a beggar claims to be moral, people only find it laughable. When a king says he was once a beggar who stole, people only feel sympathy. They believe it wasn't the king who lacked morals, but the world that was rotten. Once we've crossed the great mountain called success, learned scholars will naturally defend the Covering Moon Sect's cause." Mo Caihuan said calmly, "If the Covering Moon Sect succeeds, its disciples debuting and singing for money won't be seen as the sect willingly sinking into depravity, but as the great sects of the Heavenly South pushing it too far. People will naturally find justifications for us."
Even Elder Qi had to admit that Mo Caihuan had a point, but she still said, "Does that mean we'll succeed if we listen to you, and fail if we don't?"
"Elder Qi, please stop twisting logic. We're discussing how to succeed, yet you're holding us back from taking action. What sense does that make? If you have a better idea, we'll listen to you. There's no need to waste time here," Sect Master Chen said displeased.
"What if she fails and squanders everything the Covering Moon