Those who understand the times are outstanding; those who know how to adapt are heroes.
In an extremely short time, Sword Venerable Shouzheng had already weighed the pros and cons. He would continue enduring hardship and bearing humiliation.
"A gentleman's revenge may wait ten years! I will remember this grudge."
Back then, he had been able to hide his brilliance and play the good old man for several million years. Now, he was merely starting over from scratch—what was there to fear?
As long as the Wusheng Realm returned in force and settled accounts with Shen Yun, he could ride the momentum into battle and reclaim everything he had lost.
History had always been written by the victors.
When the day came for him to rise again, Great Confucian Scholars would naturally defend his principles!
However, the others present did not possess such deep schemes.
Seeing even the sect master lay down his arms and surrender, countless disciples were as stricken as though their parents had died, filled with indescribable despair.
"Senior sister Aoxue died for the sect, and her bones have yet to grow cold! As the sect master, you actually retreated without a fight, selling out the foundation built over countless ages. You're utterly unworthy of being the leader of the righteous path!"
A black-clad disciple, brimming with righteous spirit, finally could not hold back any longer. He suddenly stepped forward and pointed at Sword Venerable Shouzheng, shouting at the top of his lungs.
As soon as those words were spoken, they immediately stirred up a powerful resonance among the crowd.
Granted, the Sword Sect was a mixed bag, having raised a heap of opportunistic fence-sitters. But these several True Disciples were genuine believers in "justice," and that was why they had thrown themselves into the sect