These days, the actions of the Xiyu Alliance grew increasingly sluggish, all because such worthless goods occupied the upper positions.
Yet, upon second thought, Divine Lord Cold Bamboo realized that he, too, was timid and bound hand and foot while stationed at the command hub of the grand array, seeming to possess no qualification to look down upon others. In the end, he could only let out a sigh and use the grand array here to connect with the other side.
As one of the foremost powerhouses in the Xiyu Alliance, Divine Lord Cold Bamboo naturally commanded his own share of influence. He had already made up his mind in his heart to urge the alliance to reach a swift decision.
Only a handful of people could participate in such a consultation. A layer of smoky mist naturally formed a barrier around Divine Lord Cold Bamboo, cutting him off from the inside and outside, while Xun Yuan, standing to the side, sensibly stepped away by a few paces to avoid suspicion.
A flash of light and shadow flickered within the transmission array, roughly depicting the terrain map of the Three Northern Lakes. It bore a striking resemblance to the Northern Territory Sentiment Map, save for the absence of those supernatural phenomena. Across it, from north to south and in every direction, golden flames symbolizing established communication flickered to life.
In truth, the participants in this consultation were merely the high-ranking figures of various sects currently residing on Xi Yu Lake. Take the Hundred Layer Sect, for instance—their mountain gate was situated to the west of Lan Hai Mountain, and on the terrain map, the flame ignited right there. Yet the actual participant in the consultation was Divine Lord Cold Bamboo stationed on Xi Yu Lake; the burning location of the