Yang Chan watched the vast crowd leave through the gates of the Cyan Yuan Sect. There were over a thousand people in total. While not a huge number, every single one of them held a high status.
Over the years, the number of Servant Disciples leaving the Cyan Yuan Sect annually far exceeded this, sometimes by more than tenfold, yet their departure never caused a ripple. Now, the exit of these thousand people left many of the Sect's disciples with mixed feelings.
Mostly, it was envy.
Before leaving, Sect Leader Liu Xuan spoke for more than an hour. His words were incredibly inspiring, enough to make one's blood boil with passion, but Yang Chan had already forgotten everything he said.
To him, those words were irrelevant. They had no effect on him.
The others were genuinely fired up, but he was just putting on a show, acting like everyone else so as not to stand out. He didn't feel any of that passion.
