In the entire Ethereal Realm, self-interest was paramount. No one would take them in, so there was nowhere for them to obtain the resources.
Without resources, cultivation would be impossible, and one's strength would remain stagnant. In this way, they would gradually be eliminated.
"Harlan, I've already acknowledged you as the sect leader. Are you still determined to wipe us all out?" asked Gael, his eyes widening.
"Mr. Ortiz, you're accusing me. Didn't I spare both you and your daughter? As for the others, they conspired with the Demonic Cultivators. The Violet Flame Sect simply cannot tolerate such actions!"
"Moreover, this rule has been established since the inception of the Violet Flame Sect. Our ancestors from the Violet Flame Sect were known for being the greatest hater of the Demonic Cultivators! I didn't do anything wrong by acting this way, did I?" replied Harlan nonchalantly.
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