Over the years, because Jin Wulin had deliberately let things slide, the Jiangnan Circuit Six Fan Sect had steadily declined in both strength and prestige. Zhao Yiming was the only one who could properly carry out the supervisory duties.
As for passing judgment, that went without saying.
The Six Fan Sect's prestige had plummeted in the Jiangnan Circuit. Even a third-rate minor sect no longer took it seriously, and men like Lianxu and Zhao Yiming could only swallow their anger.
As for men like Lei Yuan, who were more capable, they had ingratiated themselves with the martial arts sects, earning what they called "respect." But in truth, those people still didn't take them seriously.
Su Xin tossed the case file in his hand aside and said coldly, "Useless! People outside call us Imperial Court Hounds, but even if we are Imperial Court Hounds, you should at least act like it.
"Instead of throwing your weight around in other martial arts sects, you let them walk all over you. There can't be many Imperial Court Hounds in the whole Great Zhou Dynasty who are as pathetic as you."
Everyone present except Lei Yuan and the others flushed crimson.
They were furious that Su Xin had called them useless, but deep down, they felt stifled and even a little wronged.
The Jiangnan Circuit Six Fan Sect had become this way, and they couldn't be blamed entirely. Wasn't it all because Jin Wulin had deliberately let things slide?
In the past, when they clashed with those martial arts sects, the forces backing them were deeply rooted; some powerful figure might suddenly appear to support them.
But when it came to their own side, Jin Wulin only ever tried to downplay the matter and let it go. In the end, the Jiangnan Circuit Six