The few young disciples brought by the Sky Breeze Sect were unable to hold on any longer.
On the other hand, the Grand Martial Temple and other sects that followed along had brought their elites out, so how could they stop on their journey just because of braving through "a little" wind and snow? The Sky Breeze Sect sent the most considerable number of people, so it stands to reason that there were also some disciples with less profound cultivation, not only the elites. Seeing several junior brothers looking at him for help and a few members of other sects with malicious intent looking at him left and right, Jiang Wen Xiu immediately found himself plunging into a quagmire.
Should he prioritize his junior brothers or his image in front of the other sects? The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on his shoulders. At that moment, he knew he was trapped in murky waters with no way out.