Two days later, Shi Hao realized that these sixteen people represented eight Immortal Venerables.
——Each pair came from the same Immortal Venerable faction, but none were from Old Ding's sect.
That's because he was it.
But why were others sent in pairs, while he was all alone?
Shi Hao rubbed his chin, was Old Ding's sect too poor to produce decent disciples?
You see, although he represented Old Ding's sect, strictly speaking, he had never received Old Ding's guidance. He was like a wild weed, having grown to this point purely through his own efforts.
By this logic, it made sense that Old Ding's sect didn't have any outstanding successors.
Shi Hao didn't care. What did it matter if you had more Immortal Venerable disciples? He could solve them all with one punch.
Sure enough, these Immortal Venerable disciples treated the people in the camp as sparring partners, and in terms of numbers, it was about one to three—each Immortal Venerable disciple could pair with three trainees.
