Ling Tianchen stood in front of a palace gate and looked up: "Sometimes I also wonder, even if one is willing, this matter is still very cruel."
"Should we abolish this practice and completely destroy this method?"
"Zhao Xing, what do you think?"
Zhao Xing heard Ling Tianchen's question and knew that he wasn't genuinely hesitant but was testing him.
A sect leader wouldn't casually show inner weakness to others.
He didn't answer directly but began to tell a story:
"I've heard of the northern antelopes that, hunted by predators, were forced to a cliff."
"For the sake of the race's continuation, the old antelopes unhesitatingly jumped towards the cliff, becoming stepping stones for the young antelopes. In the end, allowing the young ones to leap across the cliff and escape the dire straits."
"Also, I've heard that a doctor's school, known as the 'Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles,' where the master has the disciple pierce the first needle into his own body before they graduate."
