Blackwood Cliff.
Yang Lianting sat in his chair, looking down at the elders and branch leaders below.
"The Five Mountains Sword Alliance joined forces with Northern Shaolin, the Wudang Sect, and others to attack Blackwood Cliff, the Main Headquarters of our Holy Cult. Though we dealt them heavy losses and sent them fleeing, we cannot let this matter rest."
"We must wipe out the Five Mountains Sword Alliance completely, especially the Mount Song Sect. What do you all think?"
Shangguan Yun, an elder of White Tiger Hall, frowned. "Chief Steward Yang, the cult leader defeated the heads of the Five Mountains Sword Alliance's sects this time. We have already won a great victory. Surely there is no need to destroy the Mount Song Sect just yet?"
Calling it a great victory was gilding their own faces. In truth, the Sun Moon Holy Cult had suffered considerable casualties too.
Many brothers in the Holy Cult even had complaints. Back when Cult Leader Ren was in charge, he had always charged to the front in times of danger, leading the way himself. Cult Leader Dongfang had actually waited until the enemy reached the entrance to the main hall before appearing.
Had he acted sooner, the Holy Cult's brothers would have suffered far fewer casualties.
The brothers in the cult also knew why Cult Leader Dongfang had waited until the very end to act. He was probably too embarrassed to show his face.
No one could have imagined that Dongfang Bubai, who had once drunk wine and eaten meat with his robe hanging open, would turn into that. No wonder he sat behind a gauze curtain whenever he summoned everyone to the main hall to discuss matters.
With their cult leader looking like this, they could no longer hold their heads high in