"Looks like the trash has finally arrived," one disciple said, looking at the flying ship that had just arrived.
It was no secret within the sect that the world in which the sect existed had produced fewer than twenty capable cultivators.
The few they managed to gather, some died, others ascended, but none managed to get recruited into the Crimson Cult.
Other worlds had produced hundreds, and because of that, Sonox was regarded as a trash world by the different worlds out there and even within the Alliance.
So watching them arrive was like the most ridiculous thing to happen in this year's entrance exams at the Supreme Immortal Sect.
"Seriously, why do they even come? The last time they came, I was told only five out of a hundred passed the exams. They are just wasting slots at this point."
"Just look at them. They appear like they haven't seen a floating city before."
