"Sir, someone suddenly fell ill. He has already been carried away for emergency treatment."
The cultivator who had come up spoke in a low voice, and then they saw the figure of a cultivator projected from the terminal, trembling all over.
His entire body shook, sweat pouring down like rain, while his terrified eyes stared fixedly ahead.
"So that was the reason?"
Seeing that this was the cause of the disturbance, the faint anger that had been rising in Ye Xiu's heart vanished at once.
Maintaining order was naturally necessary, but Ye Xiu was not so extreme as to try to control even birth, aging, illness, and death.
Rather, as one of the cultivators with the highest priority in the entire Alliance, he was in fact exceptionally tolerant toward the cultivators at the Alliance's lower levels.
People said that the great figures above exhausted themselves only to keep the great ship of Heyang City sailing onward, but without the support of those people below, like so many screws and bolts, what could even the finest plans accomplish?
Do not attribute a group's success entirely to yourself.
Ye Xiu had understood that principle long ago.
If people thought too highly of themselves, they would ultimately walk the path of a lone tyrant and bring about their own destruction.
No one could achieve success alone.
Even Ye Xiu, who now had to keep so many factions running at once, could not do without the aid of the friends who had come and gone along the way.
"Send him down first and treat him properly. Any expenses incurred can be drawn from the Alliance's accounts."
Ye Xiu gave the order, and Ji Ye and Qi He at his side had no objections either.
As two of the Alliance's leaders, they likewise did not