The Curse Spirit Sect was not far from Peaceful City. After passing through the outskirts and crossing two great mountains, they reached their destination.
She had heard people in the streets talk about how impoverished the Curse Spirit Sect was, but she had not paid much attention.
Only when she saw it with her own eyes did she finally understand what poverty meant.
In Su Jiu's eyes, this could no longer be called a sect compound. It was a residence, at most a rather large residence.
Two stone... pillars stood before the main gate?
They didn't even put out lions? At least make a token effort...
The sect's name hung above the main gate on a plaque.
It was easy to see the thick layer of dust coating it, as though it had not been cleaned in ages. The surrounding walls had peeling paint here and crumbling patches there, looking decidedly on the verge of collapse.
Su Jiu had no doubt that a single burst of spiritual qi would shake them to pieces.
At that moment, she suddenly felt that both the Jade Sword Sect and the Azure Fall Sect looked grand and imposing by comparison.
At least those were proper sects. This one...
Xiao Fan glanced at Su Jiu, seemingly guessing what she was thinking, and cleared his throat. "Well, our sect has thirteen people altogether, including the sect leader and elders. The sect leader said this was already big enough for us to live and cultivate in. There's no need to expand across the whole mountain. Extravagance and waste are unacceptable."
The corner of Su Jiu's mouth twitched. Anyone who could dress poverty up in such fresh, refined terms was truly a rare bloom among humanity.
Besides, even if they did not expand across the whole mountain, there