A grass-roots troupe.
This was the judgment Wang Gaofan instinctively gave after realizing roughly what the situation was like over at Illusory Mist Realm Country.
There was no deliberate malice in it.
He truly felt from the bottom of his heart that this was the case.
All one could say was, if Ling Wuyuan knew what he was thinking right now, he would probably immediately—agree with him wholeheartedly!
There was no helping it. The current Illusory Mist Realm Country really was a grass-roots troupe.
This was an indisputable fact.
One could even say that calling Illusory Mist Realm Country a grass-roots troupe already counted as praise.
One had to know, Ling Wuyuan was a Fate Defiance Realm expert!!
Yet previously, there had not even been a single Eternal Life Realm cultivator under him.
If this were placed in the cultivation world, this situation would undoubtedly be similar to a Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator having, forget a Nascent Soul Realm under him, not even a Golden Core Realm, with only a few dozen Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators and a crowd of Qi Refining Realm cultivators in total—
Was that appropriate??
It was not appropriate at all!!
In the eyes of experts at the same level, this configuration was indeed rather shabby.
Forget having three or five big cats and little cats under him—he did not even have a single mouse, only a swarm of flies—
Likewise, it was also at this moment.
Wang Gaofan finally succeeded in realizing why Ling Wuyuan had acted so decisively earlier, without even bothering with any extra conversation, choosing to apply pressure by force the moment he came up—
After all.
Judging by the true state of Ling Wuyuan's forces.
Forget about him, Wang Gaofan.
Even Ling Wuyuan himself probably could not figure out.
What reason