The chubby old man was silent for a long time.
He thought of the years gone by.
His father, uncles, and the ancestors fought and struggled, sworn as brothers, never betraying each other. At their poorest times, they would rather not cultivate themselves and instead save money for the ancestors to buy sword refining materials.
No, that wasn't the poorest time yet.
In their fathers' and forefathers' generation, during the poorest time, the Lei Yang Sword Sect didn't even have a single spirit stone. Everyone went hunting demons with bare arms, becoming dogs for the Immortal Sects, risking their lives. A large group of brothers died before they finally earned some spirit stones.
Sometimes, there were no spirit stones at all. The Immortal Sect practitioners were greedy and malicious, withholding the payment for risking lives.
