Yin Lang briefly mentioned the West Pole Sect's situation, the gloom on his face vanishing as quickly as it appeared.
The three of them had arrived at the warehouse.
Inside, medicinal herbs were piled high, their various scents mingling in the air. Cured Demon Beast meat hung from the rafters.
A look of satisfaction flashed in Jing Heng's eyes. He quickened his pace by two steps, scanning for any herbs he had never encountered before.
Bai Mo gave the place a cursory glance before asking casually,
"The West Pole Sect has such a massive enterprise. Surely they aren't completely helpless against outsiders?"
Yin Lang shook his head.
"The previous Sect Leader made great sacrifices for the West Pole Sect. He was a tragic figure, one who earned much admiration."
"The Sect Leader is unwilling to be ruthless. However, he has also made it clear that if they cross the line..."
Clearly, the higher-ups had their own considerations.
