Chapter 5135 — Abandoned
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Surely not, Sect Master? Our Snow Sword Sect is, after all, one of the ten minor sects of the Ancient Alliance. The North Island Alliance is powerful, so be it—but must we now bide our time even against some old man who has appeared out of nowhere? If word of this gets out, we will be looked down upon, and people will say the Snow Sword Sect has no one worth the name!" Xue Liping said hurriedly.
Failing to obtain the fifth-grade Great Restoration Pill was one thing—he could still find other means. But if Hong Qingyuan did not give his assent, dealing with Lin Dongfang would be utterly hopeless, and right now he was single-mindedly bent on avenging his son!
"Oh? Then what does Vice Sect Master Xue suggest?" Hong Qingyuan's tone was flat, without the slightest sign of displeasure.
"In my view, with the strength of our Snow Sword Sect, there is no need for such caution. That Lin Dongfang is at most a Golden Core expert. Our supreme patriarch, currently in seclusion, is a Nascent Soul old monster—what is there to fear from the likes of him!" Xue Liping said proudly.
"Is that so? Very reasonable indeed. But if Vice Sect Master Xue has such ability, why not go now and ask the supreme patriarch to come out and avenge your son?" Hong Qingyuan said with a faint, ambiguous smile.
"Er..." Xue Liping was instantly rendered speechless. The supreme patriarch's seclusion was the foremost matter of the entire Snow Sword Sect. He was merely a vice sect master—even Hong Qingyuan, the sect master himself, would not dare disturb the patriarch. As for avenging his son, that was nothing but a fool's dream.
The moment Hong Qingyuan spoke, the two matters were settled on the spot. Xue Liping could only fall silent with a sullen look. Matters had come to this; nothing he said now would make any difference.
"Very well. Since no one has any objections, that is our reply for now. Other matters can be discussed afterward." Hong Qingyuan tapped the table and gave the final verdict.
Before long, the reply from the Snow Sword Sect's senior members reached the hands of Bing Wushuang and Xue Jianming. They tore it open at once, and both hearts sank to the bottom of an abyss.
No fifth-grade Great Restoration Pill, no reinforcement of stronger experts—only a few bland, perfunctory words of comfort in the letter, and nothing else besides.
"This... how could this be?" Xue Jianming was dumbstruck.
Bing Wushuang remained huddled in the shadows, his face grim, and no one could tell what he was thinking. One thing, however, was certain: his mood at this moment could not possibly be bright.
"They tell us to rest and recuperate? We do not even have the most basic healing pills—how are we supposed to recuperate?" Xue Jianming refused to give up, poring over the reply up and down, hoping to discern some hidden meaning within.
"Stop looking. We have been abandoned," Bing Wushuang said suddenly from the shadows.
"What?" Xue Jianming was startled. In truth he had vaguely guessed as much, but he had never dared believe it. Shaking his head again and again, he said, "No! It cannot be! My father is the vice sect master—he would never abandon me, never!"
Bing Wushuang glanced at him. He had been beaten from an early Golden Core expert into a cripple—if blows were to be measured, his was far heavier than Xue Jianming's—yet he saw his own situation far more clearly than Xue Jianming did.
Though neither he nor Xue Jianming could by any measure be called weak in status or background, and under normal circumstances neither would likely have been cast aside outright, this reply from the sect had clearly not been sent in haste; it was the final conclusion reached after deliberation by the sect's senior members. Hard as it was to accept all at once, accept it they must. (To be continued.)