"Of these eighty-four, four were early-stage Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals, five were mid-stage, fifty-three were late-stage, and twenty-two were at the peak."
"It was precisely by relying on this strength that we kept those Stowaways pinned here for several years."
"And the Stowaways as a whole are even stronger than we imagined. Their number totals one hundred and thirteen. There are fully fifty peak Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals among them, while all the rest are late-stage Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals."
"Not a single one is mid-stage, much less early-stage."
Longevity stood at the front, lightly stroking each seat as he spoke.
As one figure after another entered his sight, Ye Lin could imagine just how difficult these people's past years had been.
There was a gap in numbers, and a gap in quality. With such enormous disparities on both fronts, they had held out for years at the cost of three Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals. That was already no easy feat.
Had it been ordinary people, they would have long since been unable to endure it and fled.
Yet Ye Lin noticed a small problem: among the eighty-three statues, there were none for the four people he had sent.
From this, it was clear that Longevity had an ulterior meaning.
Those who had arrived earlier had long since become Longevity's people. As for those who came later, Longevity would never truly accept them; they were merely being used to resist the Stowaways.
What did that mean? Had Longevity simply forgotten to erect statues for them, or was he deliberately excluding him?
Ye Lin could not be blamed for overthinking it. After all, these were extraordinary times.
Longevity had controlled this group of Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals for a long time, and his prestige had already sunk deep into everyone's hearts.