"These guys, they only know it hurts when the needle pricks their flesh."
He dismissed the noisy elders and had them take away their harmed junior cultivators.
Suddenly, the outer courtyard fell silent.
Sikong Du sneered as he watched their departing figures.
If it weren't for them targeting us, thinking they'd help Huaizhou Prefecture is pure fantasy.
The vision of these small-to-medium sects is ultimately too narrow, not realizing that mutual support is the righteous path.
Especially now, with the ever-changing dynamics of the Ascension Tower in the Imperial Court, it's no longer the weak power it once was, yet so many sects still fail to see the situation clearly.
A day or two in the sun will give them a taste of hardship.
This was Sikong Du's plan. Although generous, he wasn't magnanimous. To survive in the Inspectorate, you need some wit.
He still remembered how those sects sent junior cultivators last time to help besiege the Black Robe.
