"An aristocratic clan as eminent as the Zhai Clan has produced accomplished Foundation Establishment cultivators generation after generation. Even the Purple Mansion Immortal Race clans in the surrounding area often have marriage ties with them."
The young man was still counting off the benefits on his fingers, muttering without pause:
"Qi Refining cultivators are nothing in their eyes. If you miss this opportunity now, who knows when another will come!"
Accomplished Foundation Establishment cultivators? Since when did Foundation Establishment qualify someone as an accomplished cultivator?
Seeing the fervor on the young man's face, Jiang Yang did not know whether to wish him success or failure in the selection, so he could only keep silent.
Jiang Yang had heard nothing of the war in the Zheng Kingdom, but presumably it had been arranged by those above.
When the lips were gone, the teeth grew cold. This war naturally could not concern the Heavenly Ministry Tradition alone within the Zheng Kingdom; it involved every power in the kingdom.
Jiang Yang pondered briefly. Since all these aristocratic clans, large and small, had already been drawn into it, Rain Xiang Mountain clearly could not remain uninvolved either.
Perhaps our peak will also have to fight. If even a clan like this must send several dozen people, the Sect must already have made arrangements...
As he was thinking, a middle-aged man who looked like a steward emerged from the dense crowd ahead. Dressed in brocade and sable, with a broad paunch, he stood quietly with his hands behind his back.
Several attendants stepped out on either side, calling out to maintain order. Once everyone had quieted down, the fat steward began unhurriedly:
"Our superior Sect has graciously declined to spurn us for our humble clan's lowly standing and has issued a summons, allowing our Zhai