"Alright."
After bowing to the old man, Ye Lin picked up Luo Yao and turned to leave.
The entire process went extraordinarily smoothly, without the slightest delay—so smoothly that Ye Lin almost felt unaccustomed to it.
Only after Ye Lin had completely departed did the old man, who had been utterly motionless, slowly open his eyes.
"A Daluo Golden Immortal of Laws. It seems the territory of our Myriad Heavens Divine Sect will have to expand a little further."
The old man smiled faintly.
With their way of doing things, there was absolutely no need to worry whether the experts they recruited felt any sense of belonging to the sect.
After all, they had no need for any sense of belonging. Everything was bound together by profit.
Join the sect, and you could effortlessly obtain cultivation resources.
How precious were the cultivation resources required by a Daluo Golden Immortal?
Outside, even if you wanted to find them, you might not necessarily be able to.
But here, all you had to do was stay quietly, and someone would naturally place cultivation resources right into your hands.
That so-called sense of belonging, that so-called loyalty—neither was as direct as being bound by profit, nor as stable.
Stay in the sect, and you would receive inexhaustible benefits. All you needed to do was step forward to intimidate others when necessary.
After all, once a real battle broke out, they would have long since fled.
After all, the major powers of the Origin Continent did not easily go to war. Most of the time, it was merely intimidation.
If I am stronger than you, then obediently cede territory and hand over resources.
If they truly came to blows, there could only be one reason: one side possessed crushing power.
At that point, if you