Bai Zhijing's face was filled with worry as she spoke.
The Xuantian sect's fate was fraught with misfortune. Many cultivation techniques and secret manuals were incomplete.
On the contrary, some records of the sect's glory were preserved.
"The deaths of those few patriarchs were accidents. Most of them were plotted against by the demons. However, our strength is lacking. We are no longer capable of finding trouble with the demons. Even if we have an inheritance, how can we grow under the suppression of the demons?"
"Those damn orcs. If they didn't betray us, how would we have gotten to where we are today?" Bai Zhijing said resentfully.
There will always be some traitors in the human race.
It was too hateful!
The rise of the Xuantian sect was halted by traitors several times, and the sect was almost destroyed several times.
