In the end, Yao Mingyue could not suppress the words in her heart. "Master, I'm afraid Qu Lingjun has already forgotten…"

"Enough!" The red-robed woman's expression turned stern. "He's your senior brother and the Supreme Elder's disciple. How can you speak of him like that?"

Yao Mingyue lowered her head, but the resentment in her eyes did not fade. 

Over the past twenty years, the Luo Tian Sect had survived one crisis after another. Everyone who remained had struggled together to keep the sect alive. As for the guest elders and rogue cultivators they had recruited along the way, no one had ever expected much loyalty from them—those without deep connections fled when disaster came, and that was only natural. But Qu Lingjun was different. To the disciples who knew nothing of the truth, his departure had been the greatest betrayal of all. 

Yao Mingyue herself had long since set aside her cultivation and spent every moment managing the sect's affairs, appeasing neighboring forces, and maintaining the Luo Tian Sect's ties within the Five Elements Domain. Only through those efforts had the sect avoided complete isolation...