"Speak freely, without any reservations."
Zhang Jianlin said with a smile, "In fact, we are just like you, also coming from the surrounding worlds. Even most of the higher-ups in the Nine Cauldrons Sect hail from the surrounding worlds. From this perspective, we should belong to the same camp."
Qin Yi, who was beside him, also nodded slightly, "The Artifact Sect has a heritage of three thousand years. Over those years, even the oldest Immortal Sects have decayed. A few hundred years ago, us outsiders who became cultivators had already reached the lowest position within the Artifact Sect, facing oppression in every aspect and even treated like servants by the local disciples, to be beaten or killed at will—especially during the time we suffered a loss to the Moon Demon Empire… We were treated entirely as cannon fodder, which is why we had no choice but to stand up and rebel, establishing our own Nine Cauldrons Sect."
