"Senior Brother Harry, how do we get resources if there are hardly any missions?"
David, Amanda, and Susan walked next to a seventeen-year-old with a bulky body shape and black hair tied in a knot. He, among many others, volunteered to accompany the two beauties and explain the situation of the sect.
"I heard from my seniors that it wasn't always like that, aye…" he sighed. "Since our great sect has lost its title as one of the top twenty great sects, the ruling sect of the region takes care of the problems arising in the cities and villages nearby, and they also take all the profits from those places…"
"Then, do we cultivate without resources?" Susan asked, her impatient voice sounding displeased.
"Not exactly. The sect has reserves that piled up over the years, it's the accumulation of thousands of years as the sect members contributed in every stage. The sect now funds its operations with this stash."