Central Plains, Celestial Essence Sect.
The cold wind was like a knife, howling through the courtyard, and the biting chill made the young servants standing there shiver incessantly.
"Our Celestial Essence Sect has been established for four hundred and thirty-two years. We never keep useless people within the sect. The sect has supported you for ten years, which is already more than generous. As servants, you must have the consciousness of a servant, and do good work for the disciples and elders of the sect. One day you might catch the elders' attention and be accepted into the sect."
In front of the courtyard, a middle-aged man with dark skin was baring his teeth as he loudly lectured.
This person had an average build and a smooth demeanor, clearly playing the role of a steward or manager within the sect.
As he finished speaking, the young servants in the field stirred restlessly.
