"Look, the lights are on again... How many times has this happened?"
"Eh..."
The Elder's Courtyard, the seat of power of the Human Alliance.
It wasn't open every day. The Alliance had an enormous administrative structure to handle all kinds of daily affairs. The Elder's Courtyard only opened for major decisions and its once-monthly regular meeting.
But this clearly wasn't the monthly meeting.
A lot had happened in the Alliance recently, and each incident had been more serious than the last.
"Elder Jiang doesn't seem to have come again this time..."
"Indeed. Ever since Black Tortoise Lake..."
"Shh. Be careful what you say."
The people outside the courtyard knew that this meeting was probably about the Saint's Fall... The secretariat staff had already begun considering how to word the press release after the meeting ended.
This discussion would probably last a long time, right?
The secretariat executives hadn't guessed wrong. The first topic of today's meeting in the Elder's Courtyard was indeed the Saint's Fall—but it didn't last long.
The matter had already been settled. The Alliance Second Celestial Venerable had spoken long ago... All the elders knew exactly how it would be handled before they even arrived.
"...Then, let's discuss the format of the Battle of Twelve Cities."
"The Saint's Fall has just occurred, and the Human Race Fortune is in turmoil. I suggest canceling this year's main competition, or postponing it," someone proposed.
"All the state teams have already arrived. Isn't it childish to talk about canceling it now?" someone else objected.
They needed to argue over this for a long time. It genuinely concerned everyone's interests. The Saint's Fall was the Saint's Fall; humanity had lost a Holy Emperor. It couldn't be called good or bad—only something that affected everyone present equally. Besides, it had already