Escape

"What use was there in gathering such a rabble?"

Cheng Xiong and a group of his trusted men sat in what had once been the City Lord's Manor. After this period of development, the Chen Dao Sect's disciples had suddenly expanded to two hundred. The vast majority of them were bandits who had come into contact with martial arts. During peaceful times, they had dwelled at the very bottom of the Jianghu, unable to access higher-level martial arts and trampled beneath others' feet.

After chaos erupted, these people had risen amid the turmoil. They had participated in the earlier looting of Sand City. Now that the situation had stabilized, they had slipped back from outside. Hearing that there was a sect here that freely imparted superior martial arts, they had wormed their way in.

With the attitude of believing it was better to trust it than not, they became disciples of the Chen Dao Sect.

"People are power. Once there are enough people, we become the great tide."

Cheng Xiong sat in the seat of honor, white vapor rising from the top of the head. This was a sign of cultivating Internal Energy.

"If someone really hands over enough contributions, where are we supposed to find divine martial arts to Pass To Him?"

Superior martial arts were not exactly a dime a dozen.

Even Cheng Xiong himself had never seen them. How could he possibly produce them?

"If someone can truly offer that much in contributions, then he is one of our Yellow River Sect." Cheng Xiong glanced at Qi Wan, somewhat dissatisfied with the limitations of this subordinate's vision.

No wonder he could only serve as his assistant.

If he could not even grasp human nature, how could he accomplish great things? Cheng Xiong had personally requested this trip