Even Xiao Wu couldn't stand watching these miners.
One by one, they were all skin and bones, barely even cultivators, and their bodies were covered in so much dirt that their age was indistinguishable.
"Sect Leader, I think we should forget about it!" Xiao Wu whispered.
Members of a sect are a symbol of the sect, unlike those secular families who need servants. A sect doesn't keep idle people.
According to common practice, a sect selects disciples through a rigorous process.
But common practice is one thing; Ye Luo also hoped to recruit some exceptionally gifted members. However, there wasn't a soul in sight, so how could he be picky?
Perhaps, in a few years, things might improve significantly, but the problem was, Ye Luo simply didn't have that much time.
Ye Luo glanced at these people and casually pointed, causing raindrops to begin falling from the sky above them, and the rain grew increasingly intense.
