Old man’s advice

The two men stood across from each other, their gazes sharp enough to cut through steel, blades practically manifesting from their eyes. The tension in the room was thick enough to choke the air, and for a moment, it seemed like they were about to tear each other apart. But before either of them could make a move, the situation was swiftly controlled by the venerable Pill Immortal, whose presence seemed to cast a calming yet authoritative aura over the room.

Wen Ran, despite knowing he could not win this fight and understanding that it would be considered treason against the sect, felt an unexplainable force urging him to stand his ground. A part of him wanted to flee, to protect his life, yet another part refused to yield. This force was powerful, almost primal, a driving force that made him feel like there was more at stake than just the immediate situation. He didn't know why, but something deep within him rejected the idea of backing down.