"In theory, that's the case, but the world's resources are limited."
The young Taoist said, "If our Qingxu Sect wants to become the thirteenth Nascent Soul Sect, it will inevitably lead to a reduction in resources for the other Nascent Soul Sects.
"And in the future, if we move our sect, the fourth-rank spiritual veins will also have to be shared with them. How could they be willing?
"Though there's turmoil in the world, the prestigious sects still fight openly and in secret. I really don't understand them."
He sighed as he walked away with a broom in hand.
"..."
Chen Sansi pondered over the information.
Although he was worried about these matters, relying on his strength alone might not have any effect at the moment.
On his way down the mountain, he found the Qingxu Sect indeed desolate and empty, as most disciples had been reassigned to the Great Wall to fight against the Demon Path.
If he stayed any longer, he might also receive a transfer order.
