"Big Brother Lin, this is the list of newly appointed Branch Altar Masters. See if it looks all right." Ren Yingying handed Lin Lang a roster.
"You're the Cult Leader. You decide." Lin Lang could not be bothered with such trifles.
Those Branch Altar Masters were early-stage Grandmasters at best, hardly worth his attention.
Anyone truly talented would long since have been brought back to the four great halls at Blackwood Cliff.
In fact, with the Sun Moon Holy Cult's current prestige in Great Ming, even sending Xiao He from his household to serve as an Altar Master would pose no problem. Would anyone dare cause trouble?
"Big Brother Lin, I want to establish two more Branch Altars in Great Song and send more people over to see whether we can recruit anyone from the old Great Song Demon Cult."
Ren Yingying remembered her father saying that the Great Song Demon Cult had once been immensely powerful, and its Cult Leader had been stronger than her father.
Even when the Eight Great Sects joined forces to besiege it, the Great Song Demon Cult had held the upper hand.
Unfortunately, it had encountered Xie Xiaofeng, the genius swordsman who had dazzled the world at the time. The Great Song Demon Cult's leader had fallen off a cliff, leaving no remains, while Xie Xiaofeng had subsequently withdrawn from the Jianghu and vanished.
The Great Song Demon Cult had then fallen apart and never recovered. But even if its leader had died, some of its other experts must have survived.
Recruiting them into the Sun Moon Holy Cult would surely strengthen the Holy Cult once again.
Unfortunately, when her father and Left Emissary Xiang had searched for members of the Great Song Demon Cult, they had found no leads. Could it really have