"Are all the things I've believed so far wrong? I've heard plenty of rumors about… the Yuexuan Sect."
Qiao Zhi sat behind Gu Yangjin, one hand steady on the reins, the other comfortably wrapped around Yangjin's waist as the horse moved in an unhurried trot.
"It's half and half," Qiao Zhi replied, her tone calm and straightforward. "The Yuexuan Sect has many followers, and since the threshold to join isn't that high, you'll inevitably get a mix of people—some good, some… less so."
She added honestly, "But from the elders I know, none are purely bad. Most act according to their own convictions rather than any fixed doctrine."
"According to their own will?" Gu Yangjin's lips curved slightly as she leaned back, letting her spine rest against Qiao Zhi's chest in an almost deliberate press. "Is it like the example you gave me before—where one of your elders decided that rich disciple was in the wrong, so she simply… cut him down?"
