For some reason, Feng Jun suddenly saw the strong resemblance of a coal tycoon in his eyes.
Did coal tycoons have any respectable backing? They really did not. All they relied on was having local resources that let them earn money others could not, while outsiders truly found it hard to replace them.
Two days later, two male disciples from the Supreme Clarity Sect arrived at the market. Both were at High Qi Condensation, and one of them was already over a hundred and seventy years old—a clan elder of a small local family.
Such cases were not particularly rare among Supreme Clarity Sect disciples. With no hope of further advancement and no better prospects within the sect, these miscellaneous-affairs disciples had several options. They could be posted to local areas, serving as contact points for the Supreme Clarity Sect.
Of course, if the Supreme Clarity Sect faced a major crisis, they still had to return and fight to the death.
Generally speaking, disciples were expected to sever ties with their families after entering a sect. But rules were dead while people were alive. Those already living out their retirement years could secretly remain in contact with their families. So long as they did nothing excessive, most fellow disciples would turn a blind eye.
This elderly Qi Condensation disciple had never been one to sit idle. When he heard that an adept from the sect intended to travel through Pine Sea Forest, he came to offer his services.
His semi-public return to his family had actually been quite taboo. Even if the other Supreme Clarity Sect disciples said nothing, it would be difficult for him to obtain more sect assignments. But his family had run into some trouble back then, and it would not have survived if he had not