"Women, power, status, a better life, are often in the hands of the few. As long as Captain Wu Heng is willing to join us, none of these will be an issue." The white-haired man raised his glass and sipped lightly, his gaze subtly layered as he looked across.
"Join you? Secret Cultivation Hall?"
"The captain is indeed well-informed. We are indeed the Secret Cultivation Hall, but not the sinister cult you may imagine. We are more of a mutual aid society. Resources and business channels are mutually beneficial among members. Everyone has moments of peril when they can't solve problems on their own. When that time comes, you will feel the greatness of the Secret Cultivation Hall," the man explained softly.
"Including helping others to kill?" Wu Heng continued to stare at the man.
Sounds nice, but it all comes at a cost.
Most organizations operate in a similar manner, with people joining for different reasons.
