Standing resolute, every fiber of my being burning with determination, I declared, "Over my dead body will anyone bring this sect to its knees! As long as I draw breath, no one will cause it to falter, not even by a single step!"
The twelve moons orbiting around me flared with intensity, their light harmonizing with the moons illuminating the barrier. The resulting spectacle was a radiant display of twelve grand moons, casting a sacred aura that touched every soul present. "While I stand, the honor of the Double Moon Sect will never waver!"
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Elder Meng looked at the young boy in front of him, but at the same time, he felt as if he were a young boy listening to his master. The young boy exuded an aura of an ancestor. Tears suddenly fell from Elder Meng's eyes. The young boy's love for the sect and his unshakeable loyalty were evident. The truth was, Elder Meng's own loyalty to the sect had been shaken without him realizing it.