"Are you confident?" Fu Cang pressed for an answer.
"Um, almost no accidents." Zhou Li nodded: "Because it concerns the secrets of our sect, I am sorry I cannot inform you two of the specific reasons."
"Zhou Daoist friend is truly loyal to the sect."
The words of Chu Ning were not sarcastic but rather an acknowledgment that even though the Sect Master of the Nirvana Sect treated him in such a way, he was still loyal to the Nirvana Sect. If it were him, he would have ceased to regard the Nirvana Sect as his sect long ago.
"Although my master has designs on me, the elders of the sect have treated me fairly well. Without the sect, there wouldn't be a Zhou Li today."
In Zhou Li's heart, he didn't want to die, but he still felt a sense of belonging to the Nirvana Sect. Without the sect, there wouldn't be a Zhou Li today. And when he first joined the sect, he didn't start as a disciple of the master but received grace from the sect's fellow disciples and elders.
