At this moment, Little Ming King was nearly driven mad by anger. He was the real Little Ming King; he was the master of the Zoroastrian Sect. But now, what was with these cult members? Did they still see him as a person?
Little Ming Kingās eyes turned red in rage, but Han Lingāer had her hand over his mouth. In his fury, he bit down hard on Han Lingāerās hand.
"Ah~"
Han Lingāer pulled her hand back in pain, only to see her palm bleeding from the bite.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
Han Lināer, eyes bloodshot, looked at Han Lingāer and said, "Shut up! Iām not your brother. Han Lingāer, youāre actually speaking for that villain? From now on, we are no longer siblings!"
"Ah!"
Han Lingāer was completely stunned, staring dumbly at Han Lināer. She couldnāt comprehend how her good brother had become like this.
"What did you say, brother?"
Han Lināer said, "I said from now on, we are no longer siblings. I donāt have a sister like you, and you donāt have a brother like me!"
"Brother, how can you do this!"
Han Lināer said, "What do you mean how can I? Youāre helping him harm me. What do you want me to do, and all of you, you are all his accomplices, all accomplices!"
Han Lināer, hysterical, causing everyone to look at him in shock. They couldnāt understand how their sect hierarch could become so deranged. It was unbelievable!
As everyone thought this, tears streamed down Han Lingāerās face uncontrollably. She said, "Brother, how can you say such heartless words!"
Han Lināer said, "You want me not to be heartless, then help me! Help me expose his ugly face!"
Han Lināer pointed at Chen Jie.
Seeing this scene, Du Xiong, standing next to Chen Jie, spoke angrily, "Has this worthless fellow gone mad, unable to distinguish right from wrong? You helped him, and he still hates you like this!"
Hearing these words, Chen Jieās face revealed a faint smile as he said, "Hehe, itās quite understandable. Heās been living in fear all this time, every step playing into othersā hands, naturally feeling frustrated, inwardly insecure and sensitive, like a barrel of gunpowder. Itās unclear when someone will touch his delicate inner self, causing him to go berserk!"
Continuing, Chen Jie said, "Actually, itās quite pathetic. Lacking the strength of a strong person but obtaining the position of one; virtue mismatched with power leads to disaster. Heās destined to be a tragedy, no matter whose hands he falls into."
"So, donāt stoop to his level; let him make a fuss."
Chen Jie spoke with a face full of pity; this was a pitiful child indeed.
Thinking of this, Chen Jie looked at Du Xiong and said, "Youāre different from him. You have a broader future."
Hearing this, Du Xiong looked at Chen Jie and said, "Follow you?"
Chen Jie said, "Yes, follow me."
The two exchanged a knowing smile, followed by Du Xiong saying, "Who knows when this war will end!"
Chen Jie said, "Very soon!"
Indeed, the war couldnāt last indefinitely. As long as they got through this critical moment, there wouldnāt be much danger ahead, just waiting for the court to retreat the army.
Upon hearing this, Du Xiong asked, "You mean the court wonāt attack?"
Chen Jie: "Not necessarily, but whether they attack or not has little to do with us. As long as we hide in the secret passage, those unaware of the Qiankun Great Method stand no chance to break through unless an Earthly Immortal intervenes."
"The secret passage has ample food and water. Even if it turns into a protracted war, we can outlast them. They can hide in the passage for a year or more, but the courtās army cannot afford the drag."
"Gains and losses offset each other; I canāt imagine the court not retreating. Thus, this battle will surely be won."
Hearing Chen Jieās words, a flicker of surprise passed through Du Xiongās eyes, "So, you already had this all figured out."
Sister Chen smiled without answering. At this moment, Han Lingāer came over, leading the Little Ming King, looking deeply apologetic.