Ten Thousand Gourd Forest, Han Clan, council hall.
Han Changming, Han Zhangxiang, Han Debiao, Liang Youshan, and the others were discussing something. Now that Han Zhangxiang had returned, Han Changming finally let out a sigh of relief.
"Our clan is dirt poor. The Dark Yin Sect provides no materials, yet demands that we hand over a batch of fifth-rank pills every hundred years. That is tribute in all but name. When your strength falls short, you can only endure."
Han Zhangxiang spoke in a grave tone. How could he not want to display his might and make Li Tianhe bow his head in obedience? But his strength was insufficient.
When one's strength was lacking, one still had to bow one's head when necessary.
"Even the Mysterious Sun Sect was not this excessive. It merely claimed the greater share of the benefits. The Dark Yin Sect is so shortsighted—do they not know this will offend other factions? Do they dare act this way simply because the Heavenly Shadow Sect backs them?"
Ye Xin asked doubtfully. It was fine for the Dark Yin Sect to demand their submission, but requiring them all to pay tribute was another matter. Unless the Dark Yin Sect had a Void Refinement cultivator, once anything happened to the Heavenly Shadow Sect, the Dark Yin Sect would surely be besieged from all sides.
"Perhaps the Heavenly Shadow Sect is not the Dark Yin Sect's patron. Perhaps its true patron is powerful enough to be impossible to shake."
Han Changming said solemnly. He thought of the ten great powers of the Red Sun Star Domain. If the Dark Yin Sect's patron was one of them, that would explain everything.
What he could not understand was what the Dark Yin Sect had done to deserve clinging to such a thick