"Elder Huang, Master might have his own difficulties..."
"Difficulties? Hah! Who under the heavens doesn't have their own difficulties? If not for them, why would I, a high disciple of the Iron Sword Sect, stay in Mangcang Mountain for seventy years? Just because Hee Qiang has difficulties, does it mean he can ignore his disciples dying right in front of him and choose to stand by idly? Is that how a Sect Leader should act?"
"..." This time, Wang Hao didn't defend his master's actions.
Indeed, regardless of the reason, the fact that his master, as the Sect Leader, didn't protect his disciples is a mistake, and Wang Hao understood this.
"Alright, kid, don't be so gloomy. This isn't the time to talk about these things. Besides, the Mangcang Sect is practically destroyed now, and your master isn't really a Sect Leader anymore. So talking about this is meaningless."
