The West Pole Sect was as wealthy and extravagant as its reputation suggested.
A single mountain peak here might not compare to the peaks of the various branches within the Xuandao Sect, but it was exceptionally well-developed.
Among the buildings and pavilions, the artisans' meticulous care was evident everywhere, and the place brimmed with a spiritual aura.
Disciples of Ang Hall walked amidst the scenery.
"A sect like this can be passed down through the generations legitimately. It's no slapdash outfit thrown together in a hurry."
Jing Heng remarked.
He had seen his share of minor sects and knew which ones were built to last.
They had just entered the sect and been announced when a tall, sturdy Cultivator came running over, taking large, hurried strides.
"Steward Yin!"
"This is terrible!!"
