"Screeeeeeeech~~~~~~~~~"
The Golden Crow awoke from its slumber, letting out a lazy, drawn-out cry.
Yao Xi stood there, smiling. The Golden Crow, curious, flew closer to Yao Xi, joining him in observing the mortal world. It soon noticed that Yao Xi's gaze was fixed on Jiaoxiu Li Province, where a group of aristocrats was selecting female disciples from destitute sects...
Before the mighty Monarch and noble clans, those minor sects and factions were hardly different from random wanderers of the Jianghu. They were frequently trampled upon by the aristocracy. How could their cultivation base possibly withstand an enormous army? Not to mention that many cultivators were already enlisted in the Monarch's service.
Seeing those sect female disciples reduced to mere playthings of the imperial family and nobility, the Golden Crow seemed to ponder a question.
It was, after all, Jun Tian's foremost blazing sun.
