When they arrived at the main hall, Ye Lin sat in the highest seat, looking at the golden sphere beside his hand.
Ye Lin placed his hand on the golden sphere and sent a thread of spiritual energy into it. The next moment, golden light blazed from its surface.
This thing was used to summon Nameless Mountain's upper echelon, and only the Sect Master could activate it. Once activated, all of Nameless Mountain's higher-ups would receive the message. It was much more convenient this way.
A few seconds later, balls of light began appearing one after another in the empty hall below.
These balls of light were projections of a sliver of intent from the various True Lords. Only a handful had come in person.
Ye Lin frowned at the sight. When the Sect Master convened a meeting, all of Nameless Mountain's higher-ups were required to attend in person—that was the rule. Yet now, the overwhelming majority had merely sent projections of their intent.
They were plainly treating the Sect Master with contempt. Ye Lin could not help frowning. Had the upper echelon of Nameless Mountain truly stopped taking him seriously after his ten years of seclusion?
And it was not only these people who had failed to come. Of the five great True Lords specifically assigned to assist him, only Zhuge had arrived.
But Ye Lin was no longer the man he had once been. No matter how angry he was, his expression remained unchanged, revealing neither joy nor anger.
Unfathomable.
"Sect Master, many major events occurred during the ten years you were in seclusion."
"Countless spatial rifts suddenly appeared throughout the territories of Eastern Continent's various races. Within those rifts, islands descended one after another."
"When the various races of the Eastern Continent first saw these islands, they