Arrangements for the Sea Race Invaders

Several more days passed.

"...Those guys came again?"

The speaker was Yuan Yujun.

She wore a somewhat languid expression.

At that moment, she was handling all kinds of routine internal affairs within the sect.

Moreover, in a little over two months, she would accompany Su Qingyue to the headquarters for further study, accelerating her advancement to the [True Form Realm]. She would likely have to remain there for several years.

Thus, there were naturally many matters she needed to arrange in advance.

This included, but was not limited to, who would temporarily oversee the sect's various internal affairs while she was away, as well as the general direction of the sect's development.

She had to settle all of it beforehand.

Being a leader was not easy...

At the very least, she found it difficult.

If possible, she would have preferred being a hands-off shopkeeper.

At that moment, as someone knocked and entered, she covered her forehead in exasperation and asked the question above.

The person who entered was the Steward Elder responsible for the sect's defensive security. He immediately nodded and answered:

"That's right."

"They want to ask us to help deal with those Oceanic Alien Races, or to strengthen the relevant defensive lines."

The "they" in her words referred to the surrounding factions—or rather, the neighboring countries.

Ever since the various insignificant factions in the surrounding region had learned roughly how powerful Ling Wuyuan and the [Snow Moon Cloud Heaven Pavilion] were—

When faced with the threat of national destruction and racial extinction that the Sea Race army might bring upon them, all those factions had decisively swallowed their pride and come crawling over, trying every possible way to cling to a powerful thigh...

To be honest.

Though Yuan Yujun felt rather helpless about their attitude and situation, she