Ancestor Cantian had experienced all sorts of things in his life that he found difficult to let go of.
There was his most beloved, whose lifespan eventually reached its end, leaving him behind. Even two or three hundred years later, the mere memory of it still caused him immense pain. There was the sorrow of burying his own child, the tears shed by an old man as he sent his own flesh and blood to an early grave. There were his fellow Daoists, and all manner of other loved ones lost to time. He had suffered countless betrayals as well, yet compared to the current Sect Master’s act of desertion, those events were hardly worth mentioning!
This was the Sect Master of Xingxiu Palace—a position of absolute authority over tens of thousands. And what kind of place was Xingxiu Palace? It was the sect that had, in the truest sense, founded the entire Immortal Realm. That the leader of such a massive sect would behave like a frightened child, resorting to sophistry or outright flight when faced with danger—was he insane? He must have been mad.
Chapter 461