When Jiang Yi emerged from Wudu Hall, a crowd was still gathered at the main entrance. Some had placards hanging from their chests, while others had straw markers stuck in their disheveled hair, all waiting to be chosen.
If this had been when he first arrived in Sanhe District, he would have surely wondered, 'Why go through all this?'
But after everything he had seen and heard along the way, Jiang Yi had come to understand the myriad states of existence for those at the bottom of the Demon Dao Dharma Lineage, and he was beginning to accept it.
Take Wudu Hall's selection of "Medicinal Materials," for instance. Many Lower Cultivators gladly accepted the role, flocking to the hall in droves.
A bowl of Old Grain Noodles for five talisman coins could only stave off hunger; it could hardly nourish the body. If they wanted to eat Spirit Rice or Spiritual Food, they had to work hard at menial jobs.
