"Everyone, come out immediately, form ranks, and prepare to depart!"
Shrill shouts rang out one after another from the depths of Tian Lian Mountain.
Whenever the person in charge gave that command, waves of helplessness rose in their heart.
Madam Lingyu, Sha Longxing, Zhou Qing, and even the many upper echelons of the Seven Stars Sect finally understood why, when the alliance had first joined forces—
Qin Shaofeng had held such an unshakable position in the hearts of the Chasing Stars Sect's experts.
Even with Ximen Li, the rightful sect master, absent, they had not fallen into the slightest chaos.
It was not because Qin Shaofeng was particularly powerful, nor because he had used any special methods.
War truly spurred people forward far too greatly.
Even those Seed disciples they had hidden away had once been, in their eyes, the very embodiment of "obedient and well-behaved."
After truly undergoing the baptism of war—
They finally discovered that the difference was as vast as heaven and earth.
Take gathering alone, for instance.
The more than eight hundred survivors were countless times more proactive than they had been.
Orders were obeyed without question.
For Jianghu Martial Cultivators like them, that should have been a term belonging to legendary myths, yet now it sounded so ironic.
Who said Jianghu Martial Cultivators had to be a scattered pile of sand?
The fundamental reason they could not unite was not the disparity in cultivation, but the person commanding them and the brutality of the wars they had experienced.
Only after witnessing the deathly slaughter of war, where human lives were the cheapest thing of all, could they understand that obeying orders, sticking together, and being willing to use their backs to shield their companions from blades were their greatest hopes of survival.
Of course, this