The disciples of Hengshan Hall were worldly, after all. But for the destitute Thunderlight Hall, where a single Spirit Stone was worth killing for, the sight of so many at once was enough to drive people mad.
Wang Meng sighed to himself. 'This is cultivation,' he thought. 'Resources decide success or failure. It's not that these people don't want to work hard, or that they don't want to fight for Thunderlight Hall. They simply don't have the ability. Most importantly, they can't see any hope. Over time, this is what they've become.'
