After Li Changsheng had completely disappeared, someone in the crowd said with a face full of indignation, "Didn't we follow Li Changsheng precisely to step into a broader world?"
Now it seemed that it was nothing but utter nonsense.
Li Changsheng only had his clansmen in his eyes; he had never taken them to heart at all.
What were they, then? Servants, or clowns?
"Do as he said for now. Endure it a little longer. You and I both have sects and factions behind us. It would be easy for us to flee, but there's no guarantee Li Changsheng won't strike at the sects and factions behind us."
"Let's wait and see. Now that his clansmen have arrived, we probably won't be the ones taking action in the future."
"If Li Changsheng completely loses power, or is even killed by Ye Lin, it won't be too late for us to run then."
"If Li Changsheng wins and rises to power, then we'll continue following him."
"We have only these two roads to take."
The strongest young man among the crowd sighed.
Since they had already followed Li Changsheng, there was no longer any room for regret.
It would be easy for them to flee. Once they slipped into the vast Demon Domain, unless a Golden Immortal personally searched for them, it would take great effort for anyone else to find them.
But they could not run. Behind them were sects, clans, and loved ones.
All that nonsense about cultivators having no desires or wants, about severing every bond of kinship—that was bullshit. That was the Buddhist Sect's philosophy.
They still cared about family.
The higher one's cultivation, the more one cared about family.
The more one cherished familial bonds.
The path of cultivation was lonely and long. The only thing