On a cliff, wreathed in endless clouds and mist.
Zhi Yao frowned. "Elder Yue, we don't understand. Why isn't Senior Brother acting himself? If he did, Qin Feng wouldn't stand a chance. It's said that even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, so why are we allowing Qin Feng to grow stronger?"
Elder Yue shook his head. "These are the sect's rules. The Star Sect doesn't belong to any one genius. Besides, Master has his own great enemies to deal with. The price of killing Qin Feng is simply too high!"
Dongfang Qingyun remained silent, somewhat disdainful of Zhi Yao.
'If members of the Star Sect could kill each other at will, the ten-thousand-year-old sect's lineage would have been severed long ago.'
'A sect's legacy rests on the shoulders of its younger generation. If Star Sect disciples were allowed to harm each other, the sect wouldn't survive for a thousand years, let alone ten thousand.'
