"Hmm?"
Ye Xiu's interest piqued at those words.
To be honest, if True Person Huai Jin merely wanted to lead his own faction away from their original sect and relocate, Ye Xiu would not have had much expectation.
With the era of spiritual energy tides upon them, cracks had appeared in the once seamless hierarchy. Those brimming with ambition would naturally seek every means to break free of their restraints.
Where had all those small sects across Yu Prefecture, like weeds that could not be burned away or cut down, come from?
Were they not disciples who had defected from major sects?
Did anyone truly think there were so many idle independents out there who could obtain spiritual energy, create cultivation techniques from scratch, gather a crowd, and establish a sect?
What kind of dream was that?
The difficulty of management grew exponentially with the number of people. Gathering a dozen like-minded fellow cultivators, occupying a mountain ravine, and calling themselves independent immortals was entirely different from properly assembling hundreds or thousands of people, assigning clear duties, and building a stronghold.
True Person Huai Jin had faced suppression within his own sect and could no longer survive there, so he wanted to make a living in Yu Prefecture. From the standpoint of the Heyang City Alliance, Ye Xiu had no reason whatsoever to refuse.
After all, the many independent cultivators in Heyang City also needed somewhere to go. For those who, for one reason or another, could not or would not join a major sect, joining together was still stronger than fighting alone, was it not?
More importantly, those major sects also needed the small sects to exist.
A major sect's daily business was not merely wantonly consuming resources. Having a great family and grand enterprise did not mean they