Zhang released his qi and pressed it down on the elder who had just spoken.
"Watch your mouth," he said. "Didn't we discuss this together?
Are you putting the blame on me now?"
The elder cursed in his heart. What together?
You pushed that idea on your own and scared everyone who disagreed. But he did not dare say it out loud.
"What should we do now, Patriarch?" a young woman asked. She was from the same generation as MingYue.
"How about this? Let's split up," Zhang said.
He pointed at the young woman.
"Just like her, we also have many descendants cultivating in other sects.
We should split up and lay low for now. After some time, we will gather again and rebuild the family."
His suggestion made the rest of the Xueqi family frown. To them, this sounded like giving up on the family.
"Patriarch, how could you say that? They desecrated our ancestors' graves!" one elder shouted.
