When Ji Yuan read the words Old Master Xu had left him, the fog in his mind cleared in an instant.
Everything suddenly fell into place.
I get it!
I finally get it!
I was wondering why the Water Dragon Sect suddenly moved its selection forward, and why they were in such a frantic rush, as if they couldn't wait another moment. So this was why. After all, plenty of their disciples came from Cloud-Rain Marsh. Once those people learned the truth, they would find some way to pass the news outside.
Just like Old Master Xu.
The longer they delayed, the farther the inside information would spread. Then there would be fewer recruits—no, fewer cannon fodder—for them to take in.
As for keeping it secret, that was impossible.
The Water Dragon Sect had thousands upon thousands of disciples. How could they keep it under wraps?
All they could do was move quickly and recruit as many people as possible before the news spread.
Once those people joined the Water Dragon Sect, wouldn't their assignments be decided with a single word from the sect?
"Senior, this doesn't look like the road to the Water Dragon Sect. Did we take a wrong turn?"
"No, this is the right way. You have to pass through here to reach the Water Dragon Sect."
"Senior, why are we at the front lines? Aren't they fighting the Joy Palace here? Senior!"
"It's fine. We're only stopping here on the way. We'll head back to the Water Dragon Sect shortly."
"Senior, why are you making me charge forward with a dharma tool? Senior! Senior, don't leave—"
Those exchanges had already played out in Ji Yuan's mind without him even meaning to imagine them.
But... was the Water Dragon Sect really that pathetic?
*They'd only just started