Most of the people joined a sect for identity, support, and shelter. For them, wearing a sect robe meant safety, recognition, and a badge that opened doors otherwise forever closed. For others, it meant resources—techniques, pills, weapons—that could never be obtained alone.
But Mo Han was different.
He didn't need identity—his name alone, when revealed, was enough to cause tremors. He didn't need support—his cursed sword, his mastery of the Sun Piercing forms, and the knowledge of Prince Leo Reynolds were enough to crush most sect prodigies. What he lacked were the rare resources… the kind locked away behind sect walls, guarded by old monsters and only given to their chosen disciples.
That was the reason he had left Burning Sun Pavilion. That was the reason he had crossed so many storms to stand here at the Eternal Night Mansion. He had no interest in their games of pride and lust—he wanted what only a sect could give.
