For the Demon Hunting Team, changes in the sects above them were an unavoidable part of the shifting landscape.
Their usual opponents were the great clans within the city.
The Cultivators of the Demon Hunting Team were very clear on this point.
Friction between the two sides was constant, and both were relentless.
"A tide of refugees."
Lanshan thought for a moment before saying something that made Bai Mo's heart skip a beat.
"That was several months ago."
Lanshan gestured with his hand, drawing a large circle before slicing through it.
"They traveled for thousands of miles, getting gradually absorbed by the clans, local powers, and cities along the way."
"By the time they reached the lands of Immortal Arrival City, only a small handful remained."
He took a sip of tea to wet his throat.
"If we weren't fully staffed at the moment, we might have gone to recruit some of them ourselves."
Bai Mo was puzzled.
