When the middle-aged man said those words there was no hesitation in it as though he didn't care much about the assassin sect.
"It's just a little sect. Why bother destroying it when every single move of ours was watched by the other organisations?"
The old man named Ancestor shook his head and stopped the middle-aged man from destroying it with a calm expression on his old wrinkled face.
"But, they dared to fail their missions back to back and if it is known by other sects or organisations under us, they will start failing their missions too,"
However, the middle-aged man continued to persuade the old man with his words.
"Haha....who said it will be not destroyed but just not by our hands,"
All of a sudden, the old man started laughing as he replied to the middle-aged man who was persuading him in destroying the assassin sect.