The clan meeting ended.
All the cultivators of the Dao generation left Chen Daoxuan's courtyard with complicated feelings, except for Chen Daolan, who was quietly waiting at the side.
"Wait for me outside for a while. I want to talk to the old chief."
Chen Daoxuan ordered.
"Alright." Chen Dailian nodded.
He watched as Chen Daolan left the courtyard.
Chen Xianhe turned to Chen Daoxuan and said, ""You said that you want to build a clan cultivator army in the future. Is that true?"
The cultivators of the Dao generation might not have understood the deep meaning behind Chen Daoxuan's words.
But Chen Xianhe understood.
Cultivators were a group of people who possessed extraordinary power.
Why did they have to specifically distinguish the army?
Since there was an army of cultivators from the clan, it meant that there was another group of cultivators who were not in the combat sequence.
