"Otherwise? Isn't this the purpose of our voyage?"
The sect leader laughed lightly, mixed with a hint of pride. He relished seeing the shock on the Great Elder's face, although he himself had reacted similarly the first time.
"So many? There must be over a hundred! My goodness, if we could get all of them... Even a minor sect could escalate its influence and strength to at least a second-tier sect within ten years. It would take at most two to three generations to develop the sect to the top-tier of super-first-class, even surpassing Soul-Losing Swordsmanship and Star Ring Fist..."
The elder with white hair muttered to himself, his eyes fiery with passion. He stared at the neatly arranged rows of wooden crates as a mouse would at cheese. He took a deep breath and continued, "Gate Master, how many can we secure this time? Just give me a number, even a rough estimate will do..."
