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Next was an old Daoist in the Ninefold Immortal Transformation Realm. He wore bright yellow robes, with two Soul-Subduing Whips strapped across his back. Though he watched us warily, he showed little respect, as if he had something to rely on.
The rest were two Eightfold Immortals who had just advanced into the Entering Realm. They wore Peak Master robes and were probably trusted disciples whom Yan Haoyun had recently promoted.
"That one is Senior Zuo Yang of the Chengtian Sect. He's been stationed here for several months. I hear the Chengtian Sect is a renowned sect in Yuezhou, though I don't know whether that's true. They do have quite a few Ninefold Immortals, and Senior Zuo Yang is one of the two grand elders of the Chengtian Sect. Their Young Sect Master is managing the new sect on the front lines, and I hear another grand elder no weaker than Senior Zuo Yang is stationed there. Their strength truly isn't weak." Qian Longchen began introducing them in a low voice.
"These are all minor matters. I only want to ask you this: There are more than a hundred thousand members of the Demon Race, most of them children who still need food and people whose cultivation is not high. Their souls and bodies have yet to fuse, so they can't absorb the aura of heaven and earth. How does a small sect of only a few thousand people like yours solve their food problem?" I looked around. It was all forest, with barely a few acres of farmland. This place was completely unsuitable for the Demon Race to live and thrive. Surely they couldn't be hauling food here from the large pig farms outside Guwai Commandery, the nearest place of its kind? Even if that were possible,