Seeing that the new master of Azure Firmament Cave had stopped talking and simply plopped down on his cushion to sulk,
the cheerful atmosphere that had filled the hall soon faded.
Everyone seated comfortably in this hall today was the master of a blessed land. To have come this far in the brutal Outer Lands, their methods and depth of cunning had to be far beyond those of ordinary people.
Though they inwardly looked down on this black bear's origins, a few remarks to indulge their tongues were quite enough.
Why would they foolishly stick their necks out and offend him to the bitter end?
Even taking ten thousand steps back,
suppose this black bear really had seized Azure Firmament Cascading Springs through sheer luck.
He was still someone who genuinely held a blessed land now.
If they truly pushed him into a corner and he lashed out in his death throes, who among them could guarantee nothing would go wrong?
The White-Brow Immortal's gaze swept casually across them, taking in every expression. He knew a few words alone would hardly persuade these fellows to walk through a minefield for him.
He sighed in boredom and simply steered the conversation elsewhere.
"Everyone, let us set aside Azure Firmament Cave's affairs for now. What I am about to discuss is what truly matters."
"Do you know why the Crouching Cloud Dragon King sent invitations far and wide, summoning all of us here?"
At those words,
the atmosphere in the hall instantly grew solemn.
The gazes that had still been drifting toward the Black Mountain Bear Lord, deliberately or otherwise, immediately withdrew and converged once more on the White-Brow Immortal.
The land between the two faiths stretched boundlessly, with blessed lands large and small scattered throughout—not countless, but hardly few.
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