Soon enough, these stowaway cultivators formed several small groups, with three to five people in each. The group leaders either possessed superior cultivation or had been the first and most aggressive in berating Kong Xing and the other Outer Hall Managers.
Every one of them is so cunning, always pushing others to do the work, Xu Xing observed. But being a leader has its perks. Everyone here has an Immortal Base cultivation; no one is inherently much nobler than anyone else. Becoming a leader allows one to leverage the group's manpower for initial capital accumulation...
Xu Xing first shook his head at this scene, then nodded.
Where there are people, there is Jianghu.
Stowaway cultivators like these, with no background and little power, having just been squeezed of their last coin, found huddling together for warmth almost a necessity.
"Friend Yao, could it be that you look down on us? Are you unwilling to form an association with us?"
