Wan Haihao had originally wanted to curse those useless apprentices a few more times, hoping that under his earnest expectations, they would grow into the pillars of society. Even if they failed to reach his standards, they should at least attain a passable level in the Sword Way.
But upon hearing Song Chu's words, his attention immediately shifted.
"Ranzhou, Fengzhou, and Yubizhou have always been in conflict, with constant friction between them. People are dying on the border almost every day."
Wan Haihao said heavily, "I know that."
"A master like me has devoted all his talents to educating people and cultivating swordsmen, yet even I have been conscripted. Just how urgent has the situation become?"
"Blood Flame General, can you give me a definite answer?"
After Sword Head's disappearance, the Seven-Spin Sword Sect split into several branches because of ideological conflicts. Those branches continued to divide, eventually fragmenting completely into countless sword sects, each controlling one of the Nineteen States of Cang Ming.
After the world lost its common ruler, it fell into a state of war among the various powers and chaos in every direction.
The current Cang Ming could be summed up in one word!
Chaos!
"The intensity of the fighting has indeed increased."
Song Chu's expression remained calm, and his tone was indifferent. "But the situation isn't as tense as you make it sound."
"Although Fengzhou and Yubizhou are rich in resources and have accumulated considerable wealth, making them almost heavenly states where everyone has enough to eat and warm clothes to wear, still..."
"Because of historical reasons, these two places were once the ancestral lands of the Seven-Spin Sword Sect for a very long time. Their people lived comfortable lives, so their martial spirit was lacking. Before my Ranzhou, they're like withered bones in a