In a private room at the Hundred Flavors Tower in Yunlin Prefecture City.
The table was laden with exquisite dishes.
Yet, the members of Cold Jade Valley seemed to have no appetite. The atmosphere was somber.
Xiao Bieli had taken a secret Healing Elixir from the Sect. Some color had returned to his pale face, but he sat in silence, his eyes vacant.
Ye Qingyi kept her head down, her chopsticks long untouched. The image of Chen Qing standing tall with his spear flashed repeatedly in her mind, seared there like a brand, impossible to erase.
Leng Qianqiu's gaze swept over his two beloved disciples, his voice as cold and clear as ever. "What, is this small setback really enough to break you?"
"Master…"
At the sound of his voice, Xiao Bieli looked up, a trace of resentment and confusion in his eyes.
"A great man must know when to yield and when to stand firm."
