Veyra was clearly trying to find some psychological balance after suffering such a humiliation, no matter how brutal it had been.
Although the Golden Crow Sect disciples were furious, at the same time, none of them dared to talk back. That was because... Veyra's words hit a painfully obvious weak spot for them.
Over the last ten thousand years, Gildor and his wife had been the only ones responsible for keeping the sect at such a high level in the universe. The sect's already uncertain future without them would be like a giant slipping and crashing thunderously to the ground.
But... the Palace Masters and Palace Supervisors wore very different expressions from the sect disciples. Everyone's gaze, in sync, subtly shifted toward Darian.
People couldn't know this, and they couldn't say it either. But this young man with low cultivation was actually... like a monster hidden in a lamb's skin. The sect's future wasn't even close to what the disciples imagined.
