Feng Xuanzi rose to his feet, his expression grave.
"We must ask the Alliance Leader and Miss Xuanyuan to decide this matter."
Half an hour later.
A somber atmosphere hung over the Council Hall.
Su Ming sat upright in the seat of honor, his face calm and unreadable.
He had finished regulating his breathing that morning, restoring roughly forty percent of the Origin essence within his body.
Though he had yet to return to his peak, his condition had stabilized.
Two groups stood below him, one on either side.
On one side were the old members, led by the rogue cultivator veterans, their faces filled with indignation.
On the other stood the elders of the Profound Heaven Sect, their expressions arrogant. They spoke of apologizing, yet their tone held little remorse.
"Miss Xuanyuan, Hall Master Feng."
Elder Zhao of the Profound Heaven Sect cupped his hands, speaking in a leisurely tone.
"The disciples under me were foolish and failed to restrain themselves. I was lax in disciplining them."
"I will certainly punish them properly afterward."
"Still, the allocation of cave mansions really ought to follow some sort of system."
"Our Profound Heaven Sect is, after all, a sect with over a thousand years of history. All our disciples come from a proper sect."
"Surely we cannot be expected to crowd into communal sleeping quarters like those rogue cultivators?"
"If word got out, wouldn't that damage the Alliance's reputation as well?"
The moment he said this.
The rogue cultivator veterans below erupted.
"What's so special about coming from a sect?"
"We never saw you charging at the front in battle, but you certainly run fast when there are benefits to claim!"
"Exactly! We defended this base with our lives, and now you want to stroll in and pluck the peaches?"
"Have