In the following two months.
Xu Lingjun settled down in the Cuowu Sect.
Made himself at home... or perhaps, the King Without a Crown?
Even Sun Bumie couldn't have imagined that within just a few days of Xu Lingjun's arrival at Cuowu Sect, he had already gained the support of almost all its disciples.
After all, Xu Lingjun was their future superior.
Especially those qualified to join the Sect, none of them had poor talent... Naturally, none of them could bear loneliness, who wouldn't yearn for the bloody romance of dying gloriously on the battlefield, fighting fiercely against enemies?
Having not yet been to the frontlines, they couldn't comprehend the brutality of the battlefield.
They didn't understand that when a warship gets hit by a cannon, everyone on board faces death, and their painstakingly learned Martial Skills are of no use.
Even Grandmaster level martial artists find it hard to survive.
Humans still lack the capability to live independently in the cosmos.
