Chapter 5086 — The Sect's Martial Granduncle
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"That's good to hear. Thank you for your understanding, Elder Xin." Wei Zhao and Qiu Lingshan exchanged a glance and breathed a quiet sigh of relief in unison.
"I am merely speaking to the matter at hand, not deliberately doing anyone a favor, so there is no need for thanks," Xin Yi'an said evenly. Though that fleeting moment had been nothing but an absurd illusion, it had made him all the more convinced that Wei Zhao must be someone of no small consequence. He had no wish to make an enemy of him lightly—there was no point souring things over such trivial matters.
There was, of course, another reason as well. The Pixie Sect's strength was hardly impressive within the Antiquity Alliance, and its conduct had always been eccentric and unorthodox. Its standing among the Alliance's people could not exactly be called good—indeed, it had made enemies on all sides. Naturally, then, he would not stick his neck out for two dead men of the Pixie Sect. Had it been a mainstream sect like the Snow Sword Sect, however, his attitude might well have been different.
"For someone of Elder Xin's standing to remain impartial and judge matters on their merits alone is already a rare blessing for the mundane world. Had someone else been in charge, these matters would not have been so easy to air out," Wei Zhao said with a faint smile.
From the beginning until now, Xin Yi'an had accepted virtually every word he said without dispute. Granted, it was only sound reasoning to begin with—but for a man who was one of the Antiquity Alliance's fine early Golden Core cultivators to hear him out calmly and reasonably was remarkable in itself. Wei Zhao's opinion of Xin Yi'an had imperceptibly improved quite a bit.
"President Lin is too kind. In truth, the Antiquity Alliance itself branched off from the mundane world; it is only that the two realms have been sealed off from each other. One might say we share the same ancestry and the same source. We have never harbored the slightest hostile intent toward the mundane world. This journey to the mundane world is less a training exercise for the disciples of the various sects than a homecoming," Xin Yi'an said, deliberately seeking to close the distance between them.
"If that is so, then I hope Elder Xin will keep the training disciples of the Antiquity Alliance's various sects in line, so that trouble is not stirred up again and again, leaving both sides with no room to back down," Wei Zhao said gravely.
"To be frank with you, President Lin, the Antiquity Alliance has long had explicit rules that no training disciple may disrupt the order of the mundane world at will. These frictions arose purely from the differences in our respective backgrounds. There was not the slightest ill intent," Xin Yi'an said, deflecting without committing himself either way.
"Differences in background are understandable, but there is an old saying: when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Elder Xin himself said just now that yours is a homecoming journey—then all the more reason to abide by the rules of the mundane world, is there not?" Wei Zhao said mildly.
"Speaking of doing as the Romans do, I actually have a question I hope President Lin will not hesitate to enlighten me on," Xin Yi'an said, abruptly shifting the subject.
"Oh?" Wei Zhao raised an eyebrow.
"President Lin is from the mundane world, are you not?" Xin Yi'an asked.
"Of course." Wei Zhao nodded. Though he had spent three years on Cloud Terrace Island, he had after all been born and raised in the mundane world—a genuine, dyed-in-the-wool native of it.