"Not a lord who wouldn't die for the Starks?" she echos, somewhat doubtful. "I would say then the lord Starks must be either very righteous or very terrible, so that nobody wants to defy them or dares to."

Her expression turns wistful as she thinks of home, of the lord she serves. "Until very recently, nobody dared to defy my sect leader either. The entire cultivation world obeyed him. Now they stand in open rebellion against him and there is war." She takes another sip of the drink she doesn't even like, which really works as a metaphor for a lot of things in her life. "It must be nice to follow a lord who is..." She trails off, she doesn't really have the right words for it.

Someone to whom obedience leaves you feeling better about yourself and the choices you have made, maybe.