This kind of argument would never produce a result.
But one thing was clear: as long as no final decision was reached, events would continue unfolding exactly as the advocates of restraint hoped.
And neither of Edgeless City's two Void Return Realm True Lords would yield.
These arguments were undoubtedly also wearing down the patience of the cultivation factions that had come to this gathering of fellow cultivators, weighing whether to join the Northern Border Immortal Alliance.
As the saying went, a great tree offered ample shade.
Yet so far, the Northern Border Immortal Alliance had hardly given an impression of reliability.
After all, from the very beginning, the Northern Border Immortal Alliance had lacked an undisputed pillar of leadership. None would bow to another.
After Edgeless City joined, the Mystic Mechanism Palace and the Iron Sword Alliance had been pushed even further to the margins.
With these thoughts in mind, Chen Yan glanced toward Luo Zishi and Lü Wangqiu in turn.
Luo Zishi sat among the Ascension Realm cultivators, expressionless, as though none of this concerned him.
Lü Wangqiu, meanwhile, had turned her head to stare at the sea of clouds outside the hall's window, her face full of impatience.
The Iron Sword Alliance's sole remaining sword chief had long since grown tired of all this.
Just then, the Void Return Realm True Lords who had been arguing fell silent in unison.
Chen Yan also felt his chest sink for an instant.
His gaze passed over the Dao Integration Realm and Divine Ability Realm cultivators still conversing quietly in the hall, turning toward the sea of clouds outside the window.
Above the vast, surging waves of cloud, a young man in gray-white stood silently.
It was as though he had been standing above that sea of clouds for ages,