Jian Changhe was unwilling to be subordinate to White Cloud True Monarch. After all, White Cloud True Monarch had once been a vassal of their Hidden Sword Mountain. Now making him a vassal of White Cloud True Monarch, he naturally felt a bit uncomfortable.
Yang Zhenshan noticed his thoughts, lightly tapping on the table, and said, "Compared to fighting alone, banding together is not a worse choice!"
"Senior White Cloud, why don't you establish a sect?"
White Cloud True Monarch was slightly taken aback, "Establish a sect?"
He didn't quite understand what Yang Zhenshan meant by establishing a sect. In fact, he had already established one, his White Cloud Dao was the sect he founded.
Yang Zhenshan stroked his beard, speaking calmly and slowly, "Times have changed. Previously, White Cloud Immortal City faced no threats in the Wanhua Western Region, but now it faces many threats."
