An Elder of Xuantian Hall

Zhao Yun shook his head slightly, signaling Zhao Wushan not to act rashly and to wait and see.

He looked at Kang Jingchen, his expression growing increasingly grave. "Your Highness, we appreciate your goodwill, but Wanze Sect has its own principles. We do not wish to alter the sect's course of development because of outside interference, and our disciples would rather pursue the Dao of Immortality in a free environment. We can remain on friendly terms with the dynasty, but as for anything else, forgive us for being unable to comply."

Zhao Yun's voice was steady and forceful, echoing through the banquet hall.

If the disciples Wanze Sect had first taken in could have received the Dagan Dynasty's protection, how could there possibly have been a Wanze Sect?

Back then, they had merely been Rogue Cultivators, like ants. Even if they had worked themselves to death in the Ye Family's Mine, no one would have noticed.

And even if someone had noticed, no one would have bothered to meddle.

Now that they had seen them grow strong, they finally remembered these ants.

If it were spoken aloud, would it not be laughable?

Kang Jingchen's expression darkened completely. Wanze Sect had flatly rejected the Great Gan Imperial Family's recruitment.

The advisers behind him began whispering among themselves. They had not expected Wanze Sect to be so stubborn.

The guards, meanwhile, watched the surroundings with even greater vigilance, as though ready at any moment to seize these people who did not know the height of heaven or the depth of earth.

Before the Great Gan Imperial Family's power, a single city and a single sect were nothing more than ants, capable of being crushed in an instant.

The atmosphere of the banquet immediately turned heavy, and the singing and dancing came to