Sea of Sand, Council Hall—the Ye Family cultivators gathered once more.
But this time, those gathered were the Ye Family's Clan Elders, the true upper echelon of the Ye Family.
Among them was Ye Xuecang, who had hurried back from the Eastern Wasteland Islands.
Ye Qing Nian was still in seclusion, preparing to break through to Nascent Soul, so Ye Jing Yun and Ye Xueliang presided over the meeting.
At this moment, every face was tightly drawn.
News from the Eastern Region had already returned. Whether it was the image-recording wood the Ye Family had previously left behind or the Nirvana Phoenix Clan, both had sent word.
They were also asking whether the Ye Family would go to the Eastern Region to save its mortal population there.
"Jing Yun, what do you think?" Seeing that no one spoke, Ye Xuecang looked toward Ye Jing Yun.
"Reporting to Grand Uncle, I don't think we can go!" Ye Jing Yun fell silent for a moment before ultimately gritting his teeth and answering.
Among the Clan Elders here, few had once guarded Lingyun Peak in the Eastern Region with the same utter despair as he had.
So he understood clearly what kind of despair those Ye Family mortals in the Eastern Region were facing at this very moment.
After all, they were cultivators, but those clansmen were not. They did not possess such powerful physiques or courage.
Though his heart twisted in unbearable agony, he was still one of the Ye Family's acting heads. He could not drag the entire family into fire and water.
This was surely Penglai's scheme.
Knowing it was a scheme and still walking into it would be foolish.
"Though most of the mortals with our bloodline in the Eastern Region have been relocated, quite a few remain," Ye