"Slow down, one at a time! There's enough for everyone!"
"State your name, cultivation, where you're from, and any specialties clearly!"
The External Affairs Hall's deacon shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice already somewhat hoarse.
Yet pride shone unmistakably on his face.
Back in the beginning.
When the Alliance had just been founded, there had been nothing like this.
Even a few thousand people would have been impressive.
Now, though.
People came to join them every day, drawn by their reputation.
This was the prestige the Alliance Leader and the elders had won through battle.
Besides rogue cultivators.
Many small and midsized sects also sent envoys.
They presented formal requests, offering to bring their entire sects into the fold.
All they wanted was to survive under the Alliance's protection.
Among these sects were small sword sects with centuries of heritage.
There were also specialized sects skilled in alchemy and the Array Dao.
Though their overall strength was not exceptional.
Each had its own expertise.
Their addition could greatly shore up the Alliance's weaknesses.
The requests received by the External Affairs Hall each day piled into a thick stack.
Feng Xuanzi handled these matters every day, so busy his feet barely touched the ground.
Yet he was brimming with energy.
There were more people.
Their forces had grown.
Though there were more troubles as well.
He felt secure at heart.
That day.
Inside the Council Hall.
Su Ming sat in the seat of honor, listening to Feng Xuanzi's report.
"Reporting to the Alliance Leader."
"Over the past half month, we have registered over forty-three thousand new people."
"Twenty-seven thousand are cultivators. The rest are their mortal dependents."
"A total of thirty-seven sects have come to join us."
"Three are Immortal Sovereign Level sects, with reasonably intact inheritances."
"In