"The Zi Wei sect used to be quite powerful and had some prestige. However, a hundred years ago, our ancestor was injured and went into seclusion. He hasn't come out yet."
"Ever since then, our days have been tough. We were targeted everywhere. Some of our properties and affiliated forces were snatched away."
"Our prestige has also plummeted. Many people think that the Zi Wei sect is doomed."
On the ship, Fang qingrou sighed.
"I see!"
Tang Hao mumbled.
The patriarch of the Ziwei sect should be at the ancestral God Realm.
There were already quite a few ancestor gods in the land of the hundred continents, let alone in the primogenitor continent. There had to be more. Any force with a bit of prestige would have an ancestor God overseeing it.
"Because of this, a few elders left the sect ..."
Fang qingrou sighed again.
If it wasn't for the fact that she really lacked manpower, how could she be willing to be slaughtered?
