"You mean he would dare to attack the Million Gold Sect?" the veiled woman asked, her expression startled.
"Considering his temperament and the fact that he is a Sword Will Martial Artist, it's likely." She bit her lip, uncertainty stirring in her heart.
"Damn it, if he strikes, then all of us will be forced to confront him together." The veiled woman gritted her teeth as she abruptly rose to her feet.
"Eh? Why, master?" The woman with the zither resting in her lap looked puzzled upon hearing such words. "Even if the Million Gold Sect is destroyed, what problem does it bring us?"
"We've had an alliance since the foundation: we must act together in times of need. If one of us is destroyed, it won't be long before other sects get ideas, the entire bedrock of the Orthodox faction would collapse." The veiled woman paced the room, biting her nails and muttering between pauses.
