If these small noble families claim to harbor no resentment within their hearts, he would never believe it. Yet, with the Five Great Clans and Twelve Great Families monopolizing almost seventy to eighty percent of the sect's power, even if they wished to rebel, it would be utterly impossible.
Zhang Yan's gaze shifted, turning toward Elder Zhu's position.
Two disciples, one male and one female, stood before Elder Zhu. Both of his disciples had entered the last peak, and he appeared quite content, but as Zhang Yan's gaze fell upon him, his breathing faltered slightly. He avoided looking in Zhang Yan's direction and instead called the two disciples closer, giving them detailed instructions.
The male disciple wore a Daoist robe of dark purple embroidered with gold, paired with white socks and Mang Shoes. His Daoist bun was tied high, his brows curved green like willow leaves. Handsome and tall, his appearance stood out prominently even among the gathered disciples, demanding respect.
