"The ruins have all been completely sealed off by the Chaos Ancient Clan. Are we really going to be okay?"
"The situation within the Boundary Sea is extremely complicated. If we rashly head there and the Chaos Ancient Clan seizes an opportunity, we'll all be in danger."
A cultivator spoke up loudly.
As soon as his words fell, the others nodded one after another.
Hearing someone interrupt him, Long Aotian did not get angry. He merely smiled faintly.
"Everyone, I called you here this time only to discuss things together and hear your opinions."
"If you do not wish to go, or do not dare to go, I naturally have no objections. The power to choose lies with you."
"So, if you are afraid or fear death, you need not go."
Long Aotian's tone was gentle, without the slightest hint of anger.
If they did not want to go, they did not have to.
That was his stance.
"This time, I am here to lead everyone to fortune, not to force anyone."
"That is the situation."
"I'll be leaving first. I'll be in the inner banquet hall upstairs. Those who wish to go, or wish to learn more, may come find me."
"As for those who do not, you are welcome to eat and drink your fill here. I will not keep you company any longer."
With that, Long Aotian no longer spared these people another glance and left the place on his own.
Once he had departed, the venue erupted into an uproar.
These cultivators clearly had not expected Long Aotian to be so decisive.
He left the moment he said he would.
But upon careful thought, Long Aotian's words did make some sense.
After all, it was not as though he was begging them.
Now, the initiative was