Chapter 887 – If You Ask Me, My Answer Is No (2/2)

All was still. Everything had been decided.

No one expected that an unremarkable girl of South Stream Temple would stand up.

Whether it was in the south or in the capital, very few people in the world of cultivation recognized her.

Ye Xiaolian had stood up.

She then prostrated on the ground, using her gathered courage to say, ”My three martial grandaunts, I do not agree to the closing of the temple.”

Huai Bi snorted and yelled, ”Impudent! A trifling third-generation disciple dares to rashly involve herself in matters of the temple? Withdraw!”

At this moment, several dozen disciples stood up and prostrated behind Ye Xiaolian.

These disciples had essentially all followed Xu Yourong to Mount Han, and then to the capital, where they had stayed in the Orthodox Academy for a very long time.

”I ask for Martial Grandteacher to think this matter over again!”

”I ask for Martial Grandaunt to withdraw the order!”

Huai Bi was surprised to see so many junior disciples stand up and oppose the decision, and the finger she pointed at them began to tremble.

Huai Shu saw that there were two juniors amongst disciples that she was very optimistic about, and couldn't help but feel deeply disappointed. Her heart ached.

This sight made Huai Ren recall her conversation with Chen Changsheng last night, and she became somewhat absent-minded.

But she soon thought of the rivers of blood that would flow once war broke out and she quickly gained back her resolve. She said to the disciples, ”South Stream Temple is not only the disciples, but the inheritance passed down by successive generations of teachers and disciples. If you do not wish to remain in the temple, you may leave. Presumably, the Orthodox Academy or the Li Palace will accept you.”

The meaning of these words was crystal-clear. If these disciples persisted in opposing the closing of the temple, they would be driven from Holy Maiden Peak and lose their status as disciples of South Stream Temple!

Ye Xiaolian and her fellow disciples had miserable expressions, and they said no more. They were not willing to be cut off from the world, but who could bear the anguish of being driven from their sect?

At this moment, the opinions of South Stream Temple were finally united under the unyielding methods of the three martial grandaunts. No one else voiced their opposition.

The Prince of Xiang stood up and smiled. ”My congratulations to my fellow Daoists for taking their leave from the quarrels of the secular world. Being able to focus on cultivation is truly worthy of envy.”

With these words, countless cultivators stood and congratulated South Stream Temple.

Only the Mount Li Sword Sect and Scholartree Manor remained silent. Bai Cai was so angry that he wanted to say something, but he was stopped by Gou Hanshi.

Tang Thirty-Six had returned to his seat. He squinted at the ever-serene Huai Ren, apparently thinking of something.

”Seclusion is a vicious path, the last resort of Saints. If this is so worthy of envy, why did Your Highness leave seclusion this year?”

A voice resounded through the plateau.

The voices on the plateau had gradually quieted, making this voice even clearer.

It was very calm and indifferent voice, but also one of incomparable resolve.

”If you ask me whether the temple can be closed or not, my answer is naturally 'no'.”

Angered at these words, Huai Bi turned and shouted, ”Who said 'no'?”

”Me.”

Chen Changsheng rose and gazed at her. ”Because none of you ever asked me, I can only speak up.”

The plateau was in an uproar, countless gazes looking over.