Defection?
Zhao Lin was startled. The crime was far too severe!
In the Cultivation Realm, a sect was like a country. Defection wasn't as simple as just leaving the sect; it meant siding with the enemy and handing over important resources and secrets to a rival sect.
Defection was a grave offense in the mortal world, and it was only more so in the Cultivation Realm.
"Elder, what is the cultivation level of the cultivator who defected?"
Zhao Lin didn't ask for the reason behind the defection. Before deciding whether to accept the mission, it was best not to inquire about such internal matters.
'He probably felt his ambitions to become stronger weren't being met, or he did something to wrong the sect and feared being exposed, so he decided to go all in, grab what he could, and run for it.'
"Ninth Layer of Body Tempering!"
Elder Wu said, enunciating each word. His gaze held a hint of a test, as if to see if Zhao Lin understood the implications.
'Body Tempering...'
