The Supreme Elder swept his gaze around the area and said no more.
With his hands behind his back, he walked toward the rear. The sect authorities standing there watched the cold-eyed elder approaching them, their hairs already standing on end.
They were the ones truly about to face the blade. Sometimes, being weak had its advantages—at least the powerful would not single you out...
"Destroy every portrait of those few within the sect."
"Yes!"
"Tonight, all outer and inner sect elders must report to the Council Hall, even those in seclusion. We will reexamine our plans for the Gan Kingdom, as well as matters concerning opening the mountain and accepting disciples."
"Yes!"
"You few, think carefully about what the path of cultivation truly is. Do not bring those worldly social games into the Immortal Gate and end up trying to be clever only to make a fool of yourselves. Utterly ridiculous!"
"...Yes!"
"For the next hundred years, you are forbidden from receiving sect stipends. Go reclaim land on the outskirts of the Jade Bamboo Mountains. You are not permitted to return before the time is up! That person has retreated into the mortal world not so that we may go secretly flatter him! If you make another mistake, even I will not be able to save you!"
"Yes! Thank you for the Supreme Elder's guidance..." The few outer sect authorities lowered their heads and cupped their hands, their attitudes incomparably devout. They understood at the slightest hint, far more perceptive than those young cultivators who had not lived long enough.
"Return to the mountain." The Supreme Elder snorted coldly and rose into the air.
Everyone lowered their heads and hurriedly followed behind him, not daring to breathe too loudly. The Supreme Grand Elder's majesty was vast and boundless—terrifying beyond