"Ye Tian, there is no banquet in the world that doesn't come to an end. Now, whether it's you or me, we are both at the eye of the storm. Therefore, we should be discussing strategies rather than indulging in debauchery here!"
"Although it is regrettable, it seems that it's time for us to bid each other farewell!"
Daichong said helplessly. Ye Tian did not hesitate either, and without lingering in Young Master Long's room, he returned straight to his own chamber.
Early the next morning, during breakfast in the main hall, Ye Tian announced loudly the decision he had made with Tianmen's new Sect Leader, Daichong—
"Everyone, the current situation is dire. The death of Young Master Long has placed us in a passive position! Therefore, now is not the time for revelry and indulgence; we must prepare for what is coming!"
"There is no banquet in the world that doesn't come to an end. As martial artists, we cannot afford to live in decadence; we need an acute sense of crisis!"
