“Sure! We’re more than happy if the Empyrean Sect is willing to reconcile with us!” Poison King replied at once, over the moon.
After all, there were countless sects other than Mapleton and the Empyrean Sect in the whole of the southwest. Subsequently, everyone fought over the limited resources for cultivation and expanding their turfs. That explained why Poison King had discreetly instructed Fabian to work his way to Jazona.
Since Mapleton and the Empyrean Sect had been battling against each other and sustaining losses for decades, other sects had benefitted from it. In other words, their members had steadily been gaining tremendous advancement in their combat prowess, whereas the martial prowess of Mapleton had been stagnant.
Nowadays, most of the members from the other sects had become Martial Arts Grandmasters one by one. Nonetheless, Poison King was still stuck at Top Level Senior Grandmaster without the slightest sign of having a breakthrough. As a result, he was feeling pressured and anxious.
That was the reason he wished to cultivate a cadaver king desperately. He presumed the other sects would not be a threat to Mapleton any longer if they could cultivate one successfully.
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