Fang Mo finally understood why Taichu Peak had grown so weak. It was a heap of loose sand, everyone acting on their own, with some even dragging the others down.
He had only just established his authority, yet the moment the meeting began, it turned into a battlefield of arguments.
"I have no interest in playing house here!"
A cold glint flashed through Fang Mo's eyes. His gaze swept over everyone as he said in a deep voice, "There is no need to discuss expanding the Safe Zones any further. The Yin Ruins have opened, the Fog Tide has returned, and the Ancient Realm's upheaval is now inevitable. The sect will fully open the Ancient Realm. When that happens, sects from across the Tianli Sword Domain will arrive. A great number of people means great consumption. Therefore, the Safe Zones concern Taichu Peak's future development and cannot be mishandled!"
Everyone in the main hall fell silent and turned their gazes toward Fang Mo. Even the Transcendent Realm cultivators who had been arguing no longer dared to continue.
"Peak Master, we all know that. But what about manpower? We truly cannot spare anyone!"
How could Lu Yuanchu allow Fang Mo to seize control of the room? He had to force Fang Mo into a corner; otherwise, how would he recover the face he had lost before?
"Senior Brother Lu thinks it is difficult?"
Fang Mo looked at Lu Yuanchu, his voice calm and utterly devoid of anger.
Lu Yuanchu furrowed his brows, his eyes full of concern. "Peak Master, it is not that I think it is difficult. There simply are not enough people. Before long, most of them will have to head to the battlefield. Once war breaks out there, even more manpower will be needed. By then, we may