Listening to Chen Changsheng, Chen Mengjie pursed her lips and said, "Sir, we never lived through those bitter years."
"I want to ask, what does it mean to have no chance of ever rising?"
"It means that without their permission, you were not allowed to move forward."
Before Chen Changsheng could answer, Zhang Bairen spoke from the side.
"At the time, the Three Thousand Zhou represented more than seventy percent of the Old Guard Faction."
"After reaching the Immortal Venerable Realm, you had to place yourselves under the command of some faction."
"Otherwise, no one would allow you to keep moving forward."
As he spoke, Zhang Bairen pointed at Ruan Su Xian and Xu Qianzhui.
"You three little ones have deep backgrounds, so you would not have had much trouble in that environment."
"But the two of them would have been in serious trouble."
"Without powerful backing, those people above would never have allowed you to reach your current heights."
Upon hearing this answer, Ruan Su Xian asked in confusion, "Senior Zhang, it is perfectly normal for there to be obstacles in cultivation."
"They would not actually send people to kill me..."
Ruan Su Xian stopped halfway through, because Zhang Bairen was looking at him with an extremely serious gaze.
"No, they would really send assassins after me?"
"What else?"
Giving Ruan Su Xian a look, Zhang Bairen said blandly, "When Desolate Heaven Emperor Wu Li first rose to prominence, the major factions were practically chasing him everywhere."
"Because Desolate Heaven Emperor Wu Li refused to join any faction, and he was even less willing to be anyone's dog."
"So the Three Great Holy Lands of the Lower Realm joined forces to hunt him down."
"The force organized by Desolate Heaven Emperor Wu Li was nicknamed the Seventy-Two Wolf Smokes.