After all, if they were raising him as a successor, it was impossible not to let him learn about the other side of the sect.
Without sufficient understanding of the sect's dark and ruthless side, it would be no surprise if he made the wrong judgment one day, took a wrong step, and lost his life.
Zhang Wan did not feel particularly unnerved.
It was perfectly normal for a large sect to have such things.
Moreover, martial artists were beings of immense value whether alive or dead. With martial artists as a group, no kind of darkness surrounding them could be considered strange.
After the gathering, Zhang Wan carried on as usual.
And just as he had expected, Wang Yue and Li Guannian were also arranging for him to come into contact with some of the sect's darker aspects.
It was not as though they were making him participate directly.
Wang Yue and Li Guannian were the deputy directors of the Dust Bone Fourth Branch, and the position they wanted Zhang Wan to take over in the future was likewise this one.
Sending Zhang Wan to another position to experience the sect's ruthlessness would have been putting the cart before the horse.
After learning that Zhang Wan had lost fellow disciples and friends, and confirming through their recent interactions that he was steady and resilient, they had taken him to see how the sect handled those corpses.
He had not entered the inner area, only taken a few glances from outside.
But that was already enough.
It made Zhang Wan clearly realize that "after a martial artist dies, in the eyes of other martial artists, their corpse is merely a special spirit plant."
Although he had expected it long ago, Zhang Wan's pupils still trembled.
Guessing something and seeing it