C1053

Wang Yi nodded solemnly. "At this rate, in another twenty years, the power of our sect will probably surpass the Song and Qi Feudal Lords who were suppressed …"

Liu Jing'an muttered to himself, "Perhaps this is the intention of His Majesty …" Someone had to go down, someone had to come up. Otherwise, who would go up against a gap in a cultivator's strength? On the battlefield