A total of nine hundred and ninety-six people qualified to become Sect Hierarchs, but in the end only eight hundred and ten were actually appointed.
The rest all did as Mo Wang and the others did, submitting to someone they felt was worth following.
In one go, more than eight hundred Sect Hierarchs were scattered out, which meant more than eight hundred sects.
Fang Che sighed inwardly.
These little sects, the damage they do to ordinary commoners is beyond imagination.
"Sigh..."
"There are still two days left of the banquet."
...
Yan Nan and the others, the three Vice Sect Masters and two Super Guardians, were in the big tent, originally planning to rest for a bit and recuperate.
But all kinds of news kept pouring in regardless.
"The Wang Family Head from Headquarters, Wang Fufeng, has appeared at the banquet and is toasting all the survivors, with particular focus on toasting Yemo, trading barbed words like clashing spear tongues..."
