Wanfeng Sect, Celestial Pivot Hall.
Yue Wanfeng sat in the seat of honor atop the high platform, his expression indifferent and calm.
True Lord Zhengyang, Golden Sun True Lord, Yue Shenxiu, Yue Tianqi, Sword Lord Mingyang, and all the sect's most important Nascent Soul True Lords were present.
Golden Sun True Lord, whose face was honest and kind, was currently filled with worry. He activated a massive water mirror before them, displaying a map of Wanfeng Prefecture.
Half the map had already been covered in black and red, signifying that those regions had fallen under the control of Demonic Cultivators and the Demon Race.
The Wanfeng Sect higher-ups all knew the situation was dire, but the map in the water mirror laid out just how dire it was in the most direct manner possible, weighing heavily on the hearts of the Nascent Soul True Lords.
Golden Sun True Lord pointed at a spot on the map as black and red closed in around it. "Large numbers of demons and Demonic Cultivators from the Eastern Wasteland have reached the foot of Golden Furnace Mountain. True Lord Iron Crane has sent repeated messages pleading for aid..."
Yue Tianqi said coldly, "The Sect Master already showed him mercy by selling Golden Furnace Mountain to the Myriad Spirit Sect in the first place. Yet True Lord Iron Crane still expects others to save him now. He truly has a hide thicker than a city wall."
Wanfeng Sect had agreed to let the various sects relocate and provided them with places to settle precisely in order to gather numerous elite cultivators and construct layer upon layer of defensive lines before Wanfeng Sect.
At a critical moment, rather than resist with all his strength, True Lord Iron Crane had pointed at Wanfeng Sect and demanded they