"I came here alone, and I remain alone."
In the heart of the Beggar Sect headquarters, Sect Master Hong Qiwan sat quietly in an attic at high noon, drinking alone.
The high-ranking experts of the Beggar Sect had already departed, each citing reasons so bizarre that they were hardly worth repeating. The other disciples, too, had vanished in waves. To them, it mattered little where they went; if one Beggar Sect collapsed, another would surely rise in its place. They cared not who sat at the helm, provided they could ensure their own survival. There was no fault in that.
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