Eastern Wasteland, Qing Country.
Black Hawk Mountains, Wang Family.
In a certain quiet courtyard, Wang Qingjun was telling twenty clan members of seven or eight years old about the lineage's history.
Wang Qingjun's seniority was high enough, and his strength was sufficient. As soon as he returned to the Eastern Wasteland, he immediately consolidated the three branches of the clan into two. Keeping them separate had its advantages, but if something happened to the clan members, it would be difficult for the lineage to provide support. In addition, there was also the issue of the clan members' sense of belonging.
If the clan members were scattered too widely, newly born clan members would be unable to develop a sense of belonging to the lineage. Once something happened to the leader, the lower-ranking cultivators would likely not accept a new leader sent by the lineage. This was inevitable.
If the lineage suddenly sent an unfamiliar cultivator to lead them, Wang Qingjun would not be able to accept it either.
Of course, another clan member might not necessarily have had the courage and strength to consolidate the clan members.
The two branches of the clan were placed under Wang Qingjun's unified management. Newly born clan members with Spirit Roots had to be sent to the Black Hawk Mountains for a period of training, where they would be instilled with the lineage's principles, taught its history of development, and made to feel a stronger sense of belonging to the lineage.
"Patriarch, can we still return to Azure Lotus Estate?"
An eight-year-old boy asked curiously.
Wang Qingjun nodded solemnly and said, "We can. So long as we are united from top to bottom, thinking as one and pulling together, we will certainly rebuild the lineage. Every generation brings forth talented people; the lineage's future