"Seeing how anxious you are, it looks like there's news from the other side?"
In the main hall, Ji Liuyun took the tea from Ye Xiu's hand and drained it in one gulp.
"There's still the time spent traveling through the passageway, after all. My disciples aren't stationed over there every moment of every day, to say nothing of the many restrictions within the sect."
A trace of irritation showed in Ji Liuyun's eyes.
If one wanted to rise quickly in this world, one had no choice but to make certain compromises.
Before the spiritual energy tide swept through heaven and earth, he had merely been an ordinary Purple Palace Realm elder in the Radiant Thunder Sect. Though his talent was decent, with so many big shots pressing down from above, it had never been his turn to shine.
Who could have expected that, beneath the spiritual energy tide, the great cultivators would vanish without a trace overnight? The cultivators below were immediately thrown into complete chaos.
They said that subordinate sects in the territories beyond had risen in revolt, disorder breeding everywhere. But among the great cultivators within the sect itself, how many had truly been content to keep to their place?
In the past, people looked at how many great cultivators a sect had, its overall quality, and how much manpower it possessed. But now, those things were no longer all that important.
Resources were plentiful beyond measure out there. Whether one could unite everyone and create a situation that satisfied all sides—that was the greatest standard by which a sect master was judged.
Ji Liuyun had risen to power under such circumstances.
Through a marriage contract, he forcibly bound himself to one deeply rooted old family. Then, through the connection of his master's distant relatives, he arranged