Lu Qian could only lower his voice and say, "There's a fight coming."
With a snapping sound, the armrest of the chair was crushed to pieces by Guh Niqiang, a flash of fire igniting in her eyes.
Lu Qian sighed helplessly.
"Seventh, it is about constantly improving the cultivation level of everyone here," Lu Qian said earnestly. "Each of you is the person I trust the most, and the future of the Yunshan Sect relies on everyone here to support. Once the sect's system is established, everyone here, except Baitao and Xiaolin, will take important positions within the sect."
Baitao pouted with dissatisfaction, while Zhang Lemei beamed with delight and nudged Tan Hong a few times, who could only respond with a wry smile.
"But in this world, strength is ultimately the most important. Imagine if a sect elder or steward had a cultivation level lower than an ordinary disciple; how could they maintain their position?"
