Fierce winds swept the sky, and seas of clouds surged.
A savage gleam filled Ancestor Yan Tian's eyes. After his ruthless words, the last traces of hesitation in the nine Dao Sages of the Setting Sun Divine Palace vanished.
The more they thought about it, the more they felt their ancestor was right in every word. The resentment and anger bottled up inside them erupted instead.
Exactly!
If the Setting Sun Divine Palace had not stood firm in the Western Wastes for so many years, deterring all sides, how could the region's factions have developed so peacefully? More than thirty factions besides the Setting Sun Divine Palace had even acquired High-Grade Saint Veins and Dao Sage ancestors of their own.
On the surface, those achievements seemed to be the fruit of their own efforts. But on closer inspection, which of them could claim to have nothing to do with the Setting Sun Divine Palace?
Without the Setting Sun Divine Palace standing on the soil of the Western Wastes, they would have been swallowed alive long ago. How could they have enjoyed their present glory?
Now that the Setting Sun Divine Palace faced disaster and a sky-high compensation demand, why shouldn't they help shoulder some of it?
All they were asking was for the factions to contribute a few High-Grade Saint Veins to get through this crisis together. It was only right!
"Ancestor, you're absolutely right!"
"The Setting Sun Divine Palace has protected the peace of the Western Wastes for countless ages. Our contribution has been immense!"
"Now that trouble has arisen, asking the factions of the Western Wastes to lend a hand is simply asking them to do their part."
"If you ask me... we don't even need to provide ten High-Grade Saint Veins ourselves. Once we return, we can