The Yellow Maple Mountains stretched on for hundreds of trillions of miles, with countless peaks vying in splendor and ancient trees soaring into the heavens.
A group of Huang Clan cultivators was patrolling, led by a Yellow-Shirted Man of average build.
"This crisis will be difficult for our Huang Clan to overcome. The Heavenly Sun Sect has Golden Immortal Cultivators backing it. We simply can't afford to provoke them."
"At worst, we'll fight until fish die and the net breaks. We've already relocated to the Yellow Maple Mountains—are we supposed to move somewhere even more barren of resources?"
"Exactly. Let's fight the Heavenly Sun Sect to the end."
The patrolling cultivators discussed the matter animatedly, their faces full of worry.
"Enough. Each of you, say one less word. Leave it to the Old Ancestor to decide!"
The Yellow-Shirted Man ordered, concern flashing in his eyes.
Deep within the mountain range stood a large number of buildings, along with Huang Clan cultivators moving about. In a spacious, brightly lit hall, more than a dozen Huang Clan cultivators were discussing something.
A ruddy-faced Yellow-Robed Elder sat in the seat of honor, his gaze stern and imposing.
"The Heavenly Sun Sect has gone too far in bullying us. Let's fight them! At worst, fish die and the net breaks."
"Can we really fight them? If it comes to that, our Huang Clan will be wiped out."
"If we endure for a moment, the winds will calm and the waves will settle; if we take a step back, the sea and sky will open wide. The Heavenly Sun Sect has Golden Immortal Cultivators backing it. We should yield."
The many clan elders discussed the matter heatedly.
"Enough. Listen to the Old Ancestor."
A tall, thin Green-Robed Man said in a deep voice, his expression