Peng Shiquan glanced around, seeing the looks in the eyes of some disciples of the Plum Blossom Sword Sect. His initially flustered demeanor suddenly calmed, and he laughed heartily: "Old Mei, I'm doing this for the disciples of the Plum Blossom Sword Sect, for its future!"
"Nonsense!"
Mei Zhenyu scolded.
Peng Shiquan continued: "Since the Plum Blossom Sword Sect migrated south under your leadership, it has been declining day by day. The disciples number only a few hundred, and usually, they rely on meager income from recruiting apprentices or selling plum blossoms soaked in wine. Everyone knows how poor these days are."
"Since I've been at the helm, the disciples have had wine and meat, eating and drinking well, living a life like the immortals."
"Even if you escape from prison, you should ask the disciples of the sect if any of them are willing to follow you!"
These words were quite powerful.
