Lin Chen, having heard this, had already come to understand the situation.
"The squeaky wheel gets the grease," goes the saying, and a child who cries and has a strong backing gets whatever they want. The Haoran Sect, a poor and afflicted sect, had even lost its Sect Master. Apparently, they had no influential allies and thus were easily bullied.
It boiled down to resource scarcity—it wasn't that they weren't willing to give, but temporarily unable to. Asking when they would give would always get the same reply, "Wait for it!"
This kind of situation could happen anywhere. Lin Chen thought for a moment, "Are there still many things we haven't gotten back?"
The Deputy Sect Master, Chen Shuihe, nodded guiltily, "Yes, I've made two trips myself, and each time the response was the same. Although we were reluctant, we didn't dare to make a scene, considering that it is the War God Mansion."
