"What?" Chang Hao, with wisdom marinated over millennia, now finds his dying self led by the nose by a junior like me.
I shrugged, articulating powerfully, "You haven't seen the Snake Sect settling accounts with those Yellow Skins, an uplifting scene."
"Settle accounts with them? Is that possible? They have grown formidable." Chang Hao's murky snake eyes grew moist, steeped in despair, "And we have suffered heavy casualties... defeated, with the Snake Lord absent..."
I deftly pinned my long hair with a flower hairpin, "Tonight, I'll lead you back to fight. How they oppressed us in the past, we'll reciprocate in full measure."
"But, but Madam, behind the Yellow Immortal... they have strong backing! And until now, I haven't found out... what force supports them." Tears streamed down Chang Hao's eyes, mixed with two decades of repressed sorrow and impotence.
In his heart, he knew deeply why the Snake Sect had been oppressed for over twenty years.
