Founding a sect was too time-consuming and effort-intensive. He was only doing it for fun and was unwilling to invest much time and energy into it. His plan was to take the benefits and leave.
The Western Wasteland Domain wasn't surrounded by seas like Star Pole Island, which had no external enemies and was thus less vulnerable.
Any sect that wanted to develop had to snatch food from the tiger's mouth and dare to contend.
It wasn't just about grabbing resources; even mortals had to be snatched.
Setting up a sect could easily lead to attachments. Once one's blood ran hot with the desire to expand and strengthen the sect, it was hard to guarantee that no variables would arise.
Jia Ren hesitated for a moment but still chose to look for a sect in the Tianxing Sect's territory, for the convenience of attaching himself to one.
With his mind made up, he wouldn't stay in the Qunxing Archipelago any longer.
He concealed his aura and quietly arrived at Qingzhu Island.
