The Human Race's Holy City's council hall was packed with people.
All thirty-six First Generation Sages of the Innate Human race who were not in seclusion had come.
The Hall Masters of the Farm Teachings had come, as had the leaders of every major city. Even some old-timers who had spent years in seclusion showed their faces.
All because they had received one piece of news: Suiren Clan was stepping down.
Some did not believe it. Some were stunned. Some thought Suiren Clan had gone mad.
The Human Race was at the height of its prosperity. Why was he retiring?
But Suiren Clan clearly did not see it that way.
Suiren Clan stood in the center of the hall, his white hair tied behind his head, dressed in a faded Green Dao Robe that had been washed until it was nearly white.
His cultivation was indeed not particularly high. Among Grand Unity Golden Immortals, he could only be considered below average. Over the years, he had devoted all his energy to the Human Race's affairs, cultivating only enough to keep his strength from declining.
The council hall fell silent, and every gaze landed on him.
Suiren Clan swept his eyes across those present. He could name every one of them, and he remembered what each of them had looked like when they first met.
He had led the Human Race from being blood food hundreds of thousands of years ago to today's golden age. He was tired. It was time to rest.
"I have not cultivated in earnest for a long time. If this continues, even if my lifespan is not yet exhausted, my spirit will be worn dry.
"The Human Race's future will depend on all of you."
The hall was silent for a moment before erupting into an