"The Way of Gathering the Masses is not as simple as you think."
"The power to overcome thousands with a single force is not something everyone can possess; it's the dividing line between Heavenly Talents and mortals."
Gazing at the sorry state of the defeated Dragon God Sacred Land disciples, Hong Yuan leisurely picked up his teacup, took a sip, and soothed his throat.
At this moment, he was inside the Ice Armor Python Cave, sitting quietly on a Taoist Mat and sipping tea.
Beside him, the Flood Gathering War Banner fluttered in midair, emitting a blue light and providing him with visual images based on the Sub-banner's perspective. In a way, the Sub-banner acted like a camera.
On the screen, these disciples from the Dragon God Sacred Land were being beaten from pillar to post, looking utterly miserable.
