"Why do they trust us so much? Just because of Sister Yiniang... doesn't seem likely, right?" Chu Mo was a bit puzzled, after all, so many years had passed. Most of this group should have settled down by now.
"They have not been doing as well as you might imagine." Chu Yan sighed lightly: "In the past ten-plus years, these people have been constantly hiding and fleeing. Compared to Sister Yiniang, they were even worse off. If it weren't for you causing such a commotion in Yanhuang City, they might still be living in constant dread."
Upon hearing this, Chu Mo couldn't help but lament in his heart: How glorious was the Piaomiao Palace back in the day? There was more than one ancestor who had cultivated to the peak of the innate realm and ascended. In the end, none of their disciples were able to maintain the facade of the sect, which was a great tragedy and irony.
