Watching the people below remain silent, the old man snorted coldly and left once more, his figure gradually disappearing from the great hall.
These people had been perched too high for too long. Now, when faced with an old senior like him, they were still unwilling to lower their heads. Sure enough, pride had been carved into their very bones.
Since that was the case, he had nothing more to say. Then they could just wait for death.
"Hmph. The foundations of our three sects run deep. How could these beasts possibly provoke us? I propose that we reassert our might in three days."
"Gather the experts of the three sects and publicly execute those two before the eyes of the entire world. Then, casually pick two races and wipe them out with thunderous force."
"Only then can we restore the prestige of our three sects."
A middle-aged man slowly rose to his feet and snorted coldly.
If their foundations in the Beginningless Great World had not been so deep, if they had not taken root here for so long that leaving was difficult, why would this have become so troublesome?
If their foundations were insufficient, couldn't they simply pack up and flee?
But reality told them that even if they wanted to run, they could not.
"I agree. Select two races and exterminate them. That will continue to deter the others."
"Precisely. As long as we can last another thousand years—just a thousand years will do. After a thousand years, we will be able to leave the Beginningless Great World smoothly."
"Indeed. This method is feasible. Then it will be set for three days from now."
"Good. Everyone, go down and make the arrangements."
"Oh, right. Keep a close eye on those two mysterious Golden Immortal Level Seven experts.