Alas!
The Ten Thousand Immortals Sect's Half Venerable let out a soft sigh...
The faint sigh was swept away by the wind and vanished into the air.
Then, he turned and slowly made his way toward a secluded valley deep within the island.
Beneath the daylight, his hunched back looked especially forlorn and solitary, steeped in the vicissitudes and helplessness of age.
Once the Half Venerable powerhouse had gone far away, the surrounding atmosphere immediately relaxed...
The Nascent Soul True Lords gathered together, conversing and speculating in low voices, their eyes filled with curiosity and confusion.
"Fellow Daoists, did you understand what the president said just now?"
A fair-faced Mortal Cultivator frowned slightly and asked in a low voice.
"Not entirely."
A Black Robe True Lord beside him gently shook his head, his gaze fixed on the direction in which the two had departed.
"But for the president to personally descend here, it certainly cannot be some trivial matter.
It is definitely not as simple as it appears on the surface."
"That makes sense.
The president specifically mentioned the coordinates marked out by the array masters just now. I suspect they intend to set up another Great Array here."
"But would that not be rather redundant?
We are currently holding the front line against the Demon Race. With Wood Dragon Island serving as our forward stronghold, the defenses are already secure. Why go to the trouble of adding another layer?"
Someone voiced his confusion and raised an objection.
"That is not so."
An elderly Mortal Cultivator in purple robes, his aura calm and steady, slowly spoke, his gaze profound.
"Would the president and the association's upper ranks truly fail to see such simple reasoning as we can?
That only shows that the president's actions must carry some deeper purpose. It