After Zhang Bao's explanation, Su Yi began to gradually understand the situation here.
People like Zhang Bao once were cultivators themselves.
It's just that when they were in the mainland, they had offended major families and sects.
Some were even being hunted.
And here, this vast expanse of the Gobi desert, far from the mainland and with a harsh environment,
ordinary people would not come here.
Therefore, all of them gathered here to make a living.
Over time, as more and more people arrived, they banded together for warmth, and thus the bandit-like organizations of today were formed.
"Mr. Su, in fact, there isn't just one power here."
"In such a large neighborhood, there are more than a dozen strongholds in total."
"We are, relatively speaking, the weakest one; every stronghold wants to swallow up the others' territories."
"It has been our leader protecting us all these years, so..."
A subordinate briefly explained the situation.
