After a brief silence, a male disciple spoke first: "Senior Sister Liu, please calm down... What Junior Sister Wan'er said is not entirely unreasonable."
"Junior Brother Lin... he must also be concerned about the overall situation of the sect..."
He changed the subject, with a subtle hint: "Besides, everyone knows that you treat Junior Brother Lin very differently on a regular basis. Under such grief, it's inevitable that you've lost your sense of proportion."
Another female disciple immediately chimed in, her voice gentle yet each word piercing: "Yes, Senior Sister Liu, we all know you're suffering."
"But you can't disregard his 'last wishes' just because you care so much about Junior Brother Lin, can you?"
“Junior Sister Wan’er is a once-in-a-century genius in our sect. Even the sect leader looks at her with special regard. If Junior Brother Lin were alive, knowing that his sacrifice could bring about Junior Sister Wan’er’s rise and the prosperity of the sect, he would surely be willing and smile in his grave.”
"That's right, senior sister, please calm down..."
"Please consider the bigger picture, Senior Sister..."
The words of comfort rose and fell, seemingly trying to soothe Liu Qingyi, but in reality, they were subtly supporting Yun Wan'er, lightly attributing Liu Qingyi's grief and accusations to "personal feelings" and "grief-stricken madness."
Liu Qingyi stood there helplessly, watching her former comrades-in-arms now using hypocritical words to exonerate Yun Wan'er, even subtly accusing her of "abandoning public duty for private gain".
A despair colder than the demonic energy of the secret realm instantly overwhelmed her.
She staggered, feeling dizzy, but just as Liu Qingyi's sleeve twitched and she fell backward, a warm little hand steadily supported her back.
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