Ye Xiu fixed his gaze on the elegantly dressed young man before him. It sounded like a question, but his tone was utterly certain.
"The seventh young master of the Bai Clan's direct line, Bai Youlou."
Bai Youlou had never imagined that Ye Xiu would know his name.
Although the Alliance as a whole upheld the principle of treating others kindly and living in harmony, saying that the Alliance's cultivators truly respected major sect cultivators like them would be utter nonsense.
Do not forget—the Alliance had always claimed to stand on the side of independent cultivators.
There was an inherent conflict between independent cultivators and sects.
In the previous era, independent cultivators had been cut down like wild grass by the roadside. Naturally, no one questioned the legitimacy of sect cultivators.
But now, with Heyang City as such a tremendous success story before them, the confidence of independent cultivators had in fact been awakened.
They believed that the Alliance's model was the great trend of the future. Those sect cultivators who held themselves high and mighty would sooner or later be swept into the dust of history. For such dry bones in a tomb, how many would truly take them seriously?
It was much like in the past, when only independent cultivators gifted enough to shatter their limits could earn the respect of sects.
In this age of spiritual energy tides, only sect prodigies who were exceptionally clever, powerful in cultivation, outstanding in talent, bold in courage, and able to prove in every respect that they surpassed Alliance cultivators would earn the latter's initiative to befriend them.
Bai Youlou knew himself quite clearly.
Though his family background was impressive and his cultivation talent was not bad, and though he had successfully entered the Core Formation realm in his early twenties,