"I do have an idea. Didn't you say our territory was too small? Then we can just seize the Great Martial Sect's and Southern Martial Sect's territories!" Xiao Yu said lightly.
"Junior Brother, that has always been what our six sects wanted to do, but we simply lack the strength. Although we have eight Nascent Soul cultivators between us, our overall strength is evenly matched with theirs. Neither side can do anything to the other.
"You only recently formed your Nascent Soul, Junior Brother, so we still don't have an overwhelming advantage. If we fight them now, what if they turn desperate, like a cornered dog leaping over a wall, and take one or two of us down with them? The consequences would be unthinkable! That was what worried us before, too, which is why we've remained at this impasse all these years," Tuo Feng said with a bitter smile.
Mainly, he felt that Xiao Yu had only formed his Nascent Soul two years ago and was surely still lacking in strength. If he were injured, the Giant Sword Sect would suffer a tremendous loss.
"How about this? Aren't you planning to invite the high-ranking cultivators from the other five sects over in a few days, Senior Brother? We can discuss it with those old fellows then." After hearing this, Xiao Yu offered no explanation and merely made this suggestion.
"Well... all right!" Seeing that Xiao Yu still had not abandoned this dangerous idea, Tuo Feng agreed rather helplessly.
"Senior Brother, I haven't done much for the sect over the years. Let me donate these things to it. They should help improve the disciples' strength a little." Xiao Yu reached into his robe, took out a storage bag, and handed it to Tuo Feng.
Tuo Feng accepted the storage bag