Chen Yan simply listened quietly as Fan Liu recounted his past.
His emotions remained utterly undisturbed.
From the very beginning, Chen Yan had known that the cultivation world of the Kunwu Continent did not have as many restrictions as that of the Chenping Continent.
Or rather, the cultivation world of the Kunwu Continent was far more lawless.
Thousands of cultivation sects, each backed by a cultivator in the Guiyi Realm, dotted this vast land, which was more than a hundred times the size of the Chenping Continent. With no clear hierarchy and no checks or balances between them, it was a scene of utter chaos.
The Chenping Continent was naturally more orderly.
That was because every aspect of its order served the interests of the Five Great Sects.
Even so, for mortals and lower-level Immortal Cultivators, the benefits of order still far outweighed anything that lawlessness and chaos could offer.
As Fan Liu spoke, images began forming in Chen Yan's mind of the Xiliao dynasty he described, crumbling into ruin under his domination and destruction.
And for a fleeting moment, the imagined capital of Xiliao slowly overlapped with the Capital City of Great Yan in Chen Yan's memories.
Chen Yan's fingers twitched slightly.
Indeed, if Fan Liu could destroy the Xiliao dynasty so recklessly, what was stopping someone else from utterly destroying everything in the Great Yan Dynasty?
Fortunately, Jia Wen, who was currently staying in the Great Yan Dynasty, was far more human than the seemingly amiable Fan Liu before him.
Moreover, Jia Wen had not left the Luoling Sect. He remained an Inner Disciple of its one hundred and thirty-fourth generation, and his master, Nan Taiping, served as a steward on the Luoling Sect's Main Peak.
If Immortal Cultivators from smaller sects came to the Great Yan Dynasty,