Lu Yunxiao lowered his eyes, his tone mild, but the disdain and contempt in it were exceptionally obvious.
He only recognized the Eight Ancient Clans, the three tribes of the Beast Region, and the Pill Tower of the Pill Region. As for the Wind-Lightning Northern Pavilion?
Heh heh!
Those were the only two words he had for it.
The Wind Lightning Pavilion, with only Venerable Lei holding the fort, was merely a small force that happened to bear one of the Four Directions Pavilion titles. Did they really think so highly of themselves?
Not to mention that the Wind-Lightning Northern Pavilion was only one of the Wind Lightning Pavilion's four branches.
Even its pavilion master, Fei Tian, was merely an eight-star Dou Zong.
An eight-star Dou Zong might be able to throw his weight around in the Black Corner Region or the Jia Ma Empire.
After all, those were backwater places.
But in the Central Continent, where strong people gathered like clouds, what did an eight-star Dou Zong amount to?
He did not even have the qualifications to carve out a place for himself.
Other than the patch of land around the Wind-Lightning Northern Pavilion, did anyone else even know Fei Tian?
To outsiders, the Wind Lightning Pavilion's only impression was that it had a Venerable Lei.
Lu Yunxiao secretly shook his head. Sure enough, the smaller the faction, the more arrogant it was, and the less it knew its own limits.
They simply lacked foundation and accumulated heritage!
The arrogance, tyranny, and wild conceit of small factions were written all over their faces. They loved throwing their weight around before insignificant people to gain a thrill.
True super factions, on the other hand, were mostly low-key and rarely appeared before ordinary people.
Their pride was carved into their bones,