"Reorganize?"
Li Qingyan stared at the more than ten thousand bewildered soldiers below in the wind and snow, gently shaking his head, "These sect border troops can't be reorganized immediately."
Xu Yuan raised his eyebrow and asked softly, "Because their cultivation techniques would conflict?"
"Mhm," Li Qingyan turned his head and spoke softly, "The soldiers in the hands of the Northern Border Sects practice a body-cultivating cultivation technique called Cold Heaven. Although the army formations are similar, if they cannot be commanded as easily as one's own limbs, it's easy for things to go wrong on the battlefield."
Xu Yuan was somewhat at a loss for words, then added softly:
"And even if they were incorporated, can we guarantee that these elite troops of the sects would not harbor split loyalties?"
In this era of information isolation, most people are ignorant, and it's too easy for large clans to cultivate loyal and dedicated followers.
