“Ancestor…” The young ancestor prostrated and begged: “Please reconsider for the sake of the sect.” He then smashed his head onto the ground, aware of the great blow to the sect in the absence of their sovereign.

“No need to say more, I have made up my mind.” The sovereign waved his hand.

“If one day, Yin Yang Zen Gate is in danger…” The ancestor knew that further persuasion was futile, only hoping that his ancestor would care about old ties.

“Invite troubles? Deal with them.” The sovereign flatly said.

“But… what if the sect goes down…” The ancestor didn’t expect this answer.

“So be it.” The sovereign had made up his mind and said: “Countless sects have gone down in history. What’s...