Just as everyone was brimming with joy and secretly counting their blessings...
The Grand Elder of the Spirit Fusion Immortal Sect seemed to suddenly recall something. His gentle gaze swept over the group as he slowly asked:
"By the way!
You have all come together today. Aside from visiting this old man, I imagine you are also somewhat lost about the road ahead.
Tell me—what plans do you have for the future?"
Facing Ancestor's question, no one concealed anything. They laid out, one by one, the two difficult choices weighing on their hearts, their desire to fight for positions within the Cultivator Association... and all their other concerns.
The Old Man listened quietly, his eyes bright as he saw through the worries and hopes hidden in their hearts, and understood the unspoken meaning buried within their words.
He lowered his eyes in thought for a moment, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest of his stone seat.
Only after a while did the Old Man slowly speak, his tone steady and assured:
"You wish to secure appointment Quotas within the Cultivator Association, cast off your awkward status, and establish yourselves within the orthodox order. This old man understands your intentions.
This will bring nothing but benefit to your path of cultivation and the future rebuilding of the sect."
"Since that is the case, settle your minds for now and do not be impatient.
For the time being, do not use the remaining battle merits in your hands to exchange for any treasures or resources.
Simply wait for this old man's notice."
These words were undoubtedly tacit approval of his assistance. The great stone weighing on everyone's hearts finally fell away, and overjoyed, they hurriedly bowed in thanks:
"Thank you, Grand Elder!"
After the joy subsided, a thoughtful Golden Core cultivator within