"Now I truly regret it beyond measure!
Had I known this would happen, I should have volunteered to head to the front lines and hold the fort, Then my military merits would surely have been several times greater than they are now, Perhaps I might even have had a chance to compete for the position of Hall Master, But now, it seems there is not the slightest possibility left."
This white-haired Half-Venerable stood among the very strongest of all Half-Venerables, His lifelong pursuit had been to take another step forward and attain the position of Hall Master, Yet his pitifully few military merits had utterly dashed those hopes, and every word he spoke brimmed with desolation.
At this moment, A Half-Venerable clad in green robes, gentle and refined in bearing, spoke up. His tone carried a measure of consolation, as well as a trace of fortunate hope:
"We cannot say that, either.
As long as we swiftly finish purging the targets in our hands, we may yet have a chance to reach the front lines before the decisive battle between the two races.
If fortune favors us and we can kill a Half-Venerable expert of the Demon Race at the front, Those military merits would be enough to make up for today's regret, And competing for the position of Hall Master would not be entirely without hope."
"I, too, regret it deeply!"
Another Half-Venerable with a sinister face spoke in a low voice, the aura around him faintly stirring, "The area under my charge had quite a few rebel cultivator strongholds, Yet every last one of them was timid as mice.
Before I even had the chance to display my strength, they had all surrendered with their hands bound, without putting up a single decent resistance."
"Who doesn't regret it?"