The door to the refined room closed once more.
"You can stop worrying now." Northmont Baiwei sat down, then picked up the exquisitely made wine flask and poured Ji Ning a cup of wine. "With Zhou Li's assistance, after you enter the Skysplitter Sword Sect, you won't suffer much."
"Suffer much?" Ning raised an eyebrow. Baiwei shook his head. "It's a major sect, after all, with more than ten thousand Zifu Disciples. Given how many disciples it holds, I imagine you can guess for yourself how frenetic its internal struggles can be. The disciples are all divided into various levels. As a new disciple, if there is no one there to help you, I imagine that you will be treated worse than any of the others."
Ning nodded gently. It was true. Wherever there were people, there would be competition. A major sect with more than ten thousand disciples…its internal struggles would indeed be quite fierce.
