"....Over a thousand years, the Immortal Sect has stood high above, like parasites sucking the marrow from our ancestors, allowing calamities, wars, monster rebellions and bandit invasions to plague the citizens of the Dayan Empire.
"....For this day, too many of our comrades have sacrificed on the path behind us. Now, the traitors have already penned down their profane manifestos beneath our feet, unilaterally opening the prelude to the civil war of the Dayan Empire."
"....Many of our comrades' time will freeze on this day, but the Young Master and the Prime Minister have paved the road to victory for us with their blood on the Tianyuan Mountains."
"....We are the Black Scale Heavy Army, the blades of the Prime Minister."
"....After today, the Immortal Sect will feel the fear of our ancestors."
"....After today, the Immortal Sect will no longer stand aloof, towering in the clouds."
"....After today, the Immortal Sect will be thrown into history by our own hands."
