"In the army, many are from various sects, and within these sects, numerous high-ranking positions are held by disciples of noble clans. This forms a tightly-knit chain, making dissent unlikely. It appears that it could last hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years without ceasing."
Wang Anfeng did not respond, instead he asked:
"Are you also from a noble clan?"
The old man replied with some self-mockery, "Barely so. Back in the day, I received the king's favor, which granted me some opportunities, but I am far from the great nobility in the country."
Wang Anfeng refrained from further inquiry, already knowing that even though the concept of Jianghu existed in the Parthian Empire, it was merely stagnant waters, bearing no resemblance to what was within Great Qin.
Just within these few exchanges, his Inner Strength had already traversed the old man's body several times. If he wished, he could expel it entirely within the time it takes to drink tea.
