Gu Yuanda's rebel army paused midway to rest and pitch camp, with hidden sentries posted everywhere.
Inside a tent, Chang Linxian, Sect Master of Void Spirit Manor, Zang Feng, Sect Master of the Pavilion of Upholding Righteousness, and Luo Yanzhen, Sect Master of Great Joy Mountain, were all present. The sect masters of the former Wei Kingdom's three great sects had gathered together, discussing matters in low voices.
The Wei Kingdom's three great sects now practically existed in name only. The Wei Kingdom was gone; they had been unable to protect it, so where could there still be any three great sects of Wei Kingdom?
Their strength no longer permitted it either. In the war that destroyed their kingdom, their wings had long since been clipped. The large and small sects that had once served them as vassals had perished, scattered, or fled.
If you could offer no benefits and following you held no future, who would still obey your commands? Only fools would keep risking their lives for the three great sects. Naturally, they had fled.
Without wings, they could not fly. The true power that controlled a nation was the power that controlled the great and small sects beneath it. Having lost the cultivation forces under their command that held the four directions, they had naturally lost the power to control a nation.
The three great sects themselves had also suffered enormous losses. Their own sect forces had been badly battered in the war of national destruction, with vast numbers of disciples lost. They had only around thirty percent of their peak numbers remaining and had already lost the qualifications to stand as the three pillars of a nation.
Now, they had nowhere to settle, like dogs driven from their homes, and disciples throughout the sects were anxious