Fang Mo finally understood why Taichu Peak was so weak: it was a loose collection of sand, with everyone acting on their own and some even dragging the others down.
He had only just established his authority, yet the moment the meeting began, it had turned into an argument.
"I have no interest in playing house here!"
A cold look flashed through Fang Mo's eyes. He swept his gaze over everyone and said in a deep voice, "There's no need to discuss expanding the safe zones any further. The Yin Ruins have opened, the Mist Tide is returning, and the changes in the Ancient Realm are now inevitable. The sect will open the Ancient Realm in full, and the other sects of the Tianli Sword Domain will come as well. More people means greater consumption, so the safe zones are crucial to Taichu Peak's future development. We cannot afford any mistakes!"
Everyone in the hall fell silent and looked toward Fang Mo. Even the Transcendent Realm cultivators who had been arguing didn't dare continue.
"Head, we all know that. But where are we supposed to get the people? We simply can't spare anyone!"
Lu Yuanchu wasn't about to let Fang Mo dominate the meeting. He was determined to back Fang Mo into a corner; otherwise, how could he recover the face he'd lost earlier?
"Senior Brother Lu, you think this is difficult, do you?"
Fang Mo looked at Lu Yuanchu, his voice calm and entirely free of anger.
Lu Yuanchu furrowed his brows, his eyes full of concern. "Head, it's not that I think it's difficult. We really don't have enough people. Most of them will soon have to head to the battlefield. Once fighting breaks out there, even more people will be needed. By then, we'll struggle to keep