"Sect Leader, the Black Tiger Hall has been oppressing our disciples for years. If we keep putting up with it, they'll piss on our heads next! If it's war they want, then so be it—what's there to fear?"
The Purple Robe Daoist was just as defiant, unwilling to keep living with humiliation. He'd long been fed up with Black Tiger Hall.
"That's right, Sect Leader. Just days ago, I took our disciples out for training. We risked our lives to slay a Golden Qilin Python. But on our way back, we ran into members of Black Tiger Hall—they demanded we hand over the python before letting us go. It was outrageous bullying! I agree with the Fifth Elder—sooner or later, we'll have to fight them. Why keep backing down?"
The Second Elder, dressed in white, stepped forward, voicing his indignation.
"No, no, absolutely not! If we go to war, even if we win, rivers of our sect's blood will be spilled!"
The elder Grand Elder believed it wasn't the right time for a full-scale war.
