But once we unite, it would be like tearing a muscle if they want to move against us again.
In such a situation, how dare they attack us? These righteous cultivators can't bear to sacrifice their disciples for the sake of exterminating evil." The Dragon King of Yellow Sands chuckled.
After he spoke, everyone fell into deep thought, furrowing their brows.
A stable place to settle down was something all the Sand Bandits naturally yearned for.
They were contemplating because they understood that once they allied and built a city together, it would mean losing a certain degree of freedom.
Everyone present was a leader of Sand Bandits, accustomed to having the final say in front of their subordinates, enjoying that sense of authority.
But if so many people were to build a city together, they couldn't just live independently, could they?
Wouldn't it then be necessary to differentiate between the strong and the weak, the primary and the secondary?
