Zhu Nian gazed at Song Mei and said, "Although the fate of the Great Cold Sect is under my control now, the one with the ultimate decision-making power is you. You don't want to see your fellow disciples die here, with no chance of ever reclaiming their future, do you?"
Song Mei looked at Ye Fan, visibly dissatisfied. She had lost to Ye Fan before, not even knowing the reason for her defeat. But now she understood; it was purely the disparity in strength. Ye Fan's cultivation was far superior to hers. If she wished to gain the upper hand in any confrontation with Ye Fan, even cultivating for hundreds or thousands of years wouldn't suffice.
"Master, are you just going to watch your pupil fall so low, surrendering even her dignity in subservience?" Song Mei said with a hint of reluctance.
