Inside a deserted warehouse, a few people in black robes stood gathered in a group, engaged in a heated discussion.
"I've had enough of these stifling days! Living every day like an old mouse during a festival, unable to show my face."
"I've had enough too! But without the Sect Hierarch's orders, none of us can act on our own!"
"How is the Sect Hierarch's injury? After those Japanese people took the Sect Hierarch away, there hasn't been any news at all. Now, without the Sect Hierarch, the Black Witch Sect is just a scattered cult, easily crushed by any attack."
"Lao Wu, what you're saying isn't right. Our Black Witch Sect has a history of over a hundred years. Was the Sect Hierarch always around every day for those hundred years? Even when he wasn't, didn't we still operate well!"
"Exactly, we need to get the Black Witch Sect in order before the Sect Hierarch returns, rather than sitting here complaining!"
