Half a year later.
The Alliance's Elder Council convened again.
This meeting was enormous in scale. All nine Great Elders attended, along with nearly all the other important elders.
Figures thronged Bright Peak, and streaks of light flashed from time to time.
The great war was approaching!
Chen Lin did not attend, and no one cared whether he did.
He sent Gu Siming to listen in so he would not miss any important information, while he continued racking his brains for people he could recruit.
Shen Anning had refused him.
He understood.
This was no time to let personal ties sway one's judgment. Hunting Dark Cultivators could get people killed, and the death rate was far from low. Shen Anning was the successor the Shen Family was focusing its efforts on nurturing. Even if she agreed, her family would not.
Besides, he was at odds with Wan Zhencang's faction. Until the Shen Family decided which side to take, they would not associate too closely with him.
But apart from Shen Anning, Chen Lin knew no other experts.
He contacted several reputable rogue cultivators, only to be politely refused by all of them.
He stopped wasting his energy.
After all, he had not been in the Outer World long, and his connections were limited. Most of his earlier acquaintances were only at the Semi-Void Realm and would be of little use.
Shen Anning had actually told him that the Shen Family Patriarch was willing to send two family members at the early Void Realm to join his team.
But he had refused.
Early Void Realm cultivators would do little for him, and he disliked the Shen Family's habit of keeping a foot in both boats.
"Forget it. There's no need to recruit ordinary cultivators. I'll just take Grass and Tianshu. That