"Be that as it may."
Chen Ye pulled his thoughts back, tapped his fingers lightly on the tabletop, making a crisp sound that drew everyone's attention back.
"If the sky falls, there'll be taller folks to hold it up. One way or another, it's not our turn to worry about that… when the time comes, just let things run their course."
Zhiwei nodded silently.
But she still couldn't set her mind at ease.
If the lips are gone, the teeth grow cold.
Right now the four of them—master and disciples—were cultivating in Lingyin Sect; it was hard to stay out of this.
If the Ruins Country really intended to meddle in the Yan Kingdom, even to the point of fighting the sects of Yan, the impact would be far greater than the Lingyin–Duqing conflict.
After all, Emotion Crossing Sect was, at the end of the day, only a Golden Core sect, its strength a bit inferior to Lingyin's.
Whereas the Ruins Country possessed strength at the level of a Nascent Soul True Monarch.
What's more.
