"I say that since we conquered these worlds, we should decide what to do with them. Why not divide them among ourselves according to each faction's contribution?"
"That won't do. A complete Great Thousand World is far more valuable. Split it up, and its value will plummet."
"Then what do you propose?"
"I say we divide the territory within each Great Thousand World and leave one another alone."
"That won't do either..."
Several more people put forward ideas, only for others to shoot them down one by one.
Some argued for an equal division, others for rewards based on merit. Some proposed drawing borders, while others wanted to settle it through an auction.
Yet the moment any proposal was voiced, the other factions seized on how it favored its proponent and tore it apart.
Everyone knew what was going on.
Every proposal favored the person who had made it.
With everyone scheming for themselves, how could they reach a decision all would accept?
Besides, the Three Pure Ones and the Two Sages of the West wanted a share too. Some watched coldly while others quietly stirred the pot, making the situation messier and harder to resolve.
As Xuanxiao watched the factions argue below, a trace of impatience finally appeared on his face.
The Three Pure Ones noticed first and promptly fell silent.
A little profit mattered far less to them than angering Second Uncle Xuanxiao.
Once Second Uncle lost his patience, forget asking for a share—they might find themselves in trouble.
Everyone present knew how to read a room.
Someone soon noticed that the Three Pure Ones had gone quiet. Following their gaze, the others spotted Xuanxiao at the head of the hall.
They all fell silent and turned to Xuanxiao with respectful gazes. The hall, noisy as a marketplace