As a decrepit old man, it's impossible to follow a junior every day and protect his path.
"Your skills with words haven't diminished, Elder Ao."
Mo Tian Sheng snorted coldly.
"Out of goodwill, I advise you to weigh the pros and cons, and think clearly about the gains and losses.
I understand that the Meridian Sword Sect hasn't had it easy these years, but the more the household declines, the more you need to grit your teeth and hold on.
Our Upper Sect, which of them hasn't gone through hard times when resources were scarce, but as long as the mountain gate is intact and the foundation remains, you should carry on."
Elder Ao seemed sincere but was actually afraid of Mo Tian Sheng wielding Divine Soldiers and suddenly cutting him down with a sword.
His old bones certainly couldn't withstand a few strikes.
"Though that's the case, since we've come, it'd be bad to leave empty-handed, really embarrassing, Elder Ao."
Mo Tian Sheng seemed somewhat swayed but still wouldn't relent.
