Judging by the timing...
The various Spirit Materials needed to refine these talismans should be almost fully collected by now!
Before long, a million talismans will be delivered to the front lines.
So, none of you need worry about this!"
"Good!
Since all preparations are in order, do not waste any more time. Have the forces under your command carry out this order at once!"
"Agreed!"
"This Venerable concurs!"
"This Seat concurs!"
"..."
And as this order was issued...
The Immortal Cities under the three great human alliances, along with the major markets under the peak clans, erupted into commotion.
Immortal Alliance City, a certain teahouse!
A middle-aged cultivator in azure robes wore a panicked expression. Disbelief flickered in his eyes as he confirmed once more:
"Brother Dao, is what you said true?"
"Would this elder brother lie to you?" The burly man seated across from the azure-robed middle-aged man shook his head and said, "There is already an official notice posted on the rankings board at the city center!"
"Then why aren't we leaving the Immortal City to lie low?"
As he spoke, the azure-robed middle-aged cultivator immediately rose to his feet, preparing to avoid this Immortal Alliance conscription.
Once the great war began, countless would die and be wounded.
Understanding this, the azure-robed middle-aged man naturally could not remain seated.
And he was not the only one. The other cultivators in the teahouse hall, who had been pricking up their ears to listen in, also rose one after another.
With a great rustle, a large group of cultivators stood up.
These cultivators ranged from old to young, yet their actions were strikingly uniform. They spoke at an extremely rapid pace:
"Shopkeeper, the bill!"
"The bill!"
"Leave the Spirit Stones on the table!"
"..."
One breath later.
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