"Junior Brother Hong, it seems you already have a plan. Which connection are you pursuing? This old Daoist is in charge of the Sect's treasury, which has its uses. I only ask for a good piece of land to live out my years."
The gaunt elder Daoist's breath caught. His murky eyes drooped as he spoke in a low, soft voice.
"What plan could I have? That's why I'm here to discuss it with you, Senior Brother Ke."
The sarcoma on Elder Hong's head was red and swollen. He leaned back in his chair, letting out a long, woeful sigh.
"The Sect is collapsing, and the Sect Leader isn't capable of turning the tide. We can only look for our own way out… Otherwise, we will all die at the hands of the Celestial Principle Sect. A thousand years from now, who will even remember the name of the Holy Lotus Sect?"
