Zhao Zhengqiu's heart was filled with pain and turmoil. He felt as though his world had collapsed. He began to doubt his decisions and judgment, and even his own abilities and worth.
Just then, however, a voice sounded beside him. "Sect Leader, what should we do?"
The disciple's words jolted Zhao Zhengqiu awake. He drew a deep breath and suppressed the pain and despair in his heart.
He knew he could not sink into despondency, much less fall like this. He had to keep holding on.
Having lost three elders at once, the Lingxu Sword Sect was now at its weakest. Not only did it have to guard against retaliation from the Cloud Glow Sect, but it also had to watch for sneak attacks and suppression from hostile forces.
As for taking revenge on the Cloud Glow Sect, he could only bury that thought in his heart and leave it for another day.
"Notify all our disciples immediately and recall them all. Inform the elders that the Lingxu Sword Sect will seal its mountain for five hundred years." Once Zhao Zhengqiu regained his composure, he acted decisively. The solution he could think of now was to seal the mountain to protect the sect and rebuild its strength.
Compared with the survival of the entire sect, matters of face were nothing but chicken feathers and garlic skins.
"As you command!" The disciple in the great hall was stunned by the Sect Leader's orders as well.
Had the sect's situation really become so dire that it needed to seal its mountain for five hundred years?
He also knew time was short. He immediately turned and ran outside to notify his fellow disciples there in time, urging them to hurry back to the sect.
Once they missed the deadline, the Mountain Gate would