Looking at the expectant eyes of the disciples, Jiang Zheng waved his hand to quiet everyone down: "This time, I didn't bring back any cultivation resources."
The light in the dozens of disciples' eyes instantly went out, leaving them dispirited.
"But!" Jiang Zheng changed his tone, pointing at Chen Nan, "I brought you a senior brother."
"Tsk, I thought it was something special. Bringing back one more person means one more share of cultivation resources." A disciple said resentfully.
The Qingshan Sect was very poor, and they were even poorer. An additional person would mean less cultivation resources for everyone else, naturally making them unwilling.
Chen Nan looked at the dozen or so disheveled disciples in front of him and felt speechless. Relying on these people to revive the Qingshan Sect?
Each one just waited for the sect leader to collect resources and distribute them, and they waited like fledgling birds to be fed.
