"But it's already afternoon. If we arrive too late, won't it be too disrespectful to Old Master Hu? He might take it the wrong way," Zhang Yide voiced a different opinion.
As one of the older generations, he valued "honor" and "righteousness" above all else.
Although he was somewhat displeased that Old Master Hu seemed to be siding with forces hostile to the Lingyun Society, he still respected the elder's status and didn't want to offend him.
Ye Fei sneered coldly, "Even if we rush over right now, do you think he'll view us favorably? The timing of their invitation alone shows that this so-called Old Master Hu is either already in cahoots with them or has become a toothless tiger, completely at their mercy."
Zhang Yide sighed and didn't argue further. Ye Fei was right, and times had changed. "Honor" and "righteousness" were now just a flimsy facade, and no one truly adhered to them anymore.