Holy Dragon Sect.
Conference room.
Inside the large, smoke-filled room, various guest elders and elders who determined the sect's direction puffed away on pipes, brows locked, breaking into arguments from time to time.
Not long ago, Elder Shangguan Hong led a scouting team out of the city to investigate the origin of the undead, and in less than three hours, he fired a signal flare to notify the sect.
Originally, everyone thought Elder Shangguan Hong would return quickly, but unexpectedly, after a short while, the other party issued another signal. This time the signal was clearly different—it was a distress warning that they had encountered a formidable enemy!
Now, the issue before these guest elders and elders was whether to rescue them or not.
If they were going to save people, exactly who should be sent, and how many sect disciples should be brought?
The sect disciples capable of serving as guest elders and elders were definitely not fools; they knew very well in their hearts that this first batch of people going to rescue would very likely meet with misfortune.
Everyone had selfish motives and their own little calculations, and no one wanted to suffer a loss.
The act of sacrificing oneself for others was perhaps something only sages in legends would do. Wanting them to sacrifice their small family for the public? In a dream!
Watching the entire conference room turn as chaotic as a vegetable market, Holy Dragon Sect Master Tuo Ba Xi's brow never relaxed. Seeing them arguing like this, feared they would argue until daybreak tomorrow without a result, Tuo Ba Xi abruptly slammed his palm on the table and barked:
"Enough!"
The roar, like the chant of a white dragon carrying a wisp of dragon might, instantly cowed all the guest elders and elders