Who Stole the Grain?

The gathering of Alliance members did not attract much attention.

That was not difficult to understand.

Heyang City had simply become too vast. With a permanent population in the millions, people came and went in an endless stream every day. The number of officials assigned to routine maintenance alone had reached a terrifying level.

Even so, the Alliance had no choice but to delegate part of its authority to maintain order to the various streets.

There was no helping it.

The Alliance simply had too few people at its disposal.

And the vast, mixed makeup of the population brought with it another glaring problem.

The overwhelming majority of Alliance personnel did not know one another. Often, any joint operation spanning more than two streets required communication through higher-ranking superiors before they could cooperate normally.

This was also strong proof that the relationship between Heyang City's residents and the Alliance was not as close as the other sects had imagined.

At the end of the day, so long as the Alliance's actions did not touch upon their vital interests, most residents merely watched from the sidelines with cold eyes.

That was not a good relationship.

With successful examples from another world as reference, Ye Xiu knew clearly that when an organization was not closely connected with its lower branches, unstable foundations were inevitable.

Yet forging a sense of identity and belonging within a group was the most time-consuming and laborious task of all.

Even on Blue Star, where everyone belonged to the same species, differences in race and faith had still split them into dozens, even hundreds, of nations.

And in this cultivation world, human cultivators with special bloodlines were countless. This land had never known a truly unified empire. Under such circumstances, how difficult would it be to make them