Luo Chen said coldly, "Do you know how much harm this action will cause?"
Sima Huiniang was taken aback.
Luo Chen shook his head, "The number of disciples in our Luo Tian Sect is already small, and the lower-order disciples are the foundation of it. You're using them to plant Demon Gu, using them as furnaces for Lingxi's cultivation, you're cutting off the sect's foundation. If this is known, it would tear apart the unity of our sect, do you really want the Luo Tian Sect to fall apart over this?"
Sima Huiniang opened her mouth, her face turning as pale as snow.
She moved her lips a few times, barely saying, "But what about Lingxi? He's our son; he so yearns for cultivation, he wants to escape through the skies and see the great sights of the Eastern Wasteland, and yet you would let him live a life of mediocrity, becoming nothing more than a handful of dust after a hundred years?"
"Luo Chen, he is your son too!"
