"This..." Bai Huan truly could not explain himself. He was merely a low-ranking disciple, and everything he knew had been picked up secondhand. He had only brought it out to bluff Zhang Xiaohua and show off his vast learning. How could he possibly know the answer to such a profound question?
His eyes rolled, and he smiled. "Appeasement, appeasement. Junior Brother Ren, you didn't know that, did you?"
"Appeasement? I don't understand. Please enlighten me, Senior Brother Bai." Zhang Xiaohua was only too eager for him to say more, so he naturally went along with the flow.
Bai Huan pinched the beard beneath his chin, so sparse he could scarcely grasp it, putting on an air of having everything under control. "Although the Misty Sect is worth less than a penny in our Incense-Passing Cult, it was still a super sect that dominated one region of the martial world. Think about it—they were easily wiped out by us, then sent thousands of miles away to this place, never to enjoy their former glory again. Do you think they could feel at peace with that? Oh, I also heard that many of them were seriously injured, their bones crushed by the senior offerings, left bedridden and unable to move freely. And many had been first-rate experts in the martial world, yet our Cult Master abolished all their cultivation with a single finger, leaving them too weak even to truss a chicken. How could they not harbor resentment?"
Then he glanced around and said mysteriously, "You don't know this, but several halls in our Incense-Passing Cult are at odds with Misty Hall. Those Misty Hall disciples aren't highly skilled, but they are united. They've gotten into quite a few fights with some outer sect disciples. And in order to keep them restricted,