The Far Western Land was where Dream, Officiant, and the others had gone back then.
At first, everyone thought they were simply going there to establish a Lower Court, so many cultivators, Spirit Monsters, and others signed up to follow.
Only after arriving did they discover that the place was not somewhere humans or Spirit Monsters could stay at all.
In that place, Purple Mansion cultivators walked everywhere, and Golden Core cultivators were worth less than dogs; perhaps only those mighty figures in higher realms, such as Primordial Spirit and Dharma Form, could stand up and throw their weight around.
As for Foundation Establishment Grand Cultivators?
Heh, they really were a bunch of cannon fodder.
Wang Quan was stunned.
Although he had corresponded with Dream, Officiant, and the others during this time, it had not been frequent:
They exchanged letters only once a year.
In their letters, they merely complained about how many unlucky souls had died, how the bodies had been dealt with, and where strange phenomena had appeared.
They had never mentioned that the Far Western Land would keep recruiting Foundation Establishment cultivators to serve as cannon fodder.
But now...
Everyone sighed, and with their spirits low, they dispersed early.
Several days passed in a flash:
The Si Household was the first to send someone to invite Wang Quan to a Foundation Establishment banquet.
To his surprise, very few people attended the banquet, only a few dozen.
Most were relatives of the several Foundation Establishment Grand Cultivators, while a handful were friends.
Wang Quan counted as one of those friends.
The Foundation Establishment might radiating from these Grand Cultivators was far stronger than Dream Nun's had been back then.
They were quite pleased to see Wang Quan arrive and all raised their cups.
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