Like many young Spirit Tamers from the Southern Wilds and across the other regions, Yang Xia was an admirer of Fang Qianyuan.
The Spirit Tamers who had risen in recent years had all been influenced by him to some degree. They had practically grown up hearing tales of Fang Qianyuan's legendary exploits.
To them, other Heaven-Tier Powerhouses and towering experts were merely vague names. Fang Qianyuan, however, was real, vividly tangible, and closer to them than anyone else.
Who had never dreamed of being a hero? These young rogue cultivators, especially, had stumbled onto the path of cultivation through all manner of accidents, without the rigorous instruction and comprehensive training afforded to sect disciples. They often dreamed of reaching the heavens in a single step, imagining themselves in the stories of legendary figures, achieving extraordinary things and becoming the focus of countless eyes.
Or perhaps they clearly understood that they lacked such talent and ability, and felt boundless reverence and envy toward those who could accomplish those feats.
Over time, this state of mind became a sentiment buried deep within their hearts.
In Yang Xia's eyes, as long as Young Master Fang was there, the Azure Cloud Sect's promises could surely be trusted. He would find every possible reason to defend the idol in his heart.
Loyalty? Fighting spirit? None of that was a problem. He knew whom he ought to fight for!
As for deeper questions, such as why Fang Qianyuan wanted to campaign against the Yakshas, or what plans he had after conquering them, those were beyond his consideration.
Elsewhere, the Azure Cloud Sect's Inner Court disciples, including Yang Zhengxiong and Shui Lingyue, were little different from Yang Xia.
They were sect disciples with aristocratic clan backgrounds of their own. By all rights, they could be called elites.