Just then—
After seeing off the three Heavenly Ships, the Second Elder arrived at the main hall of the Immortal Alliance headquarters.
The Great Elder still sat majestically at the head of the hall, hands clasped beneath his chin. He calmly watched the illusory mirror before him, which showed the three departing Heavenly Ships.
Seated along both sides of the long conference table were Old Six, the Fourth Elder, the Seventh Elder, and a pudgy middle-aged man—the Fifth Elder, known as the Immortal Realm's greatest alchemist and Qian Duoduo's biological father.
"Is everything arranged!?" ????
The Great Elder kept his hands clasped beneath his chin, his eyes so calm that no one could tell what he was feeling.
"It's all arranged!"
The Second Elder nodded slightly. "The Third Elder has already led the team out personally. We should see the results soon."
"I can't stand this!"
Old Six couldn't help complaining. "Every year, they make the inner sect disciple assessment so complicated. Not only does an elder have to lead the team personally, but the other elders have to watch from afar, too. Can't they just send a few inner sect stewards to handle it!?"
"Exactly!"
The Fifth Elder seemed to have found a kindred spirit and immediately chimed in. "I make hundreds of thousands of Immortal Crystals every minute. Do you know how much money I lose every time I come to a meeting!?"
"You make hundreds of thousands of Immortal Crystals every minute, my ass!"
The Fourth Elder looked at him with utter disdain. "If you really made hundreds of thousands of Immortal Crystals every minute, I could guarantee everyone here a top-grade immortal artifact apiece, and we'd have Long Aotian pinned to the ground within a thousand years."
"Senior Brothers!"
The Seventh Elder hurried forward to smooth