"But... our Axe Sect, do we really need to survive like this? Doesn't it tarnish our Axe Sect's name?"
Zhang Long anxiously asked.
"You don't understand... son."
Old Master Zhang shook his head and said, "As long as our Axe Sect can continue to exist, even if temporarily tarnished, so what? If in a few years our Axe Sect rises again, who will care about living under someone else's nose for these few years? History is written by the victors, and I believe we will be the ultimate victors!"
"Dad, it's already tough to keep the Axe Sect's name, how can we win? On one side, the Green Sect is watching hungrily, and on the other, we've already merged into the Shura Alliance, becoming a branch of it. We're caught between a wolf and a tiger! Sigh, Dad, how can you... how can you do this?" Zhang Long said helplessly.
"You know nothing."
