Those words had been exceedingly harsh; it could be said that they had torn away all pretense of civility.
Yet upon hearing them,
the white-bearded elder stroked his long beard, his expression calm.
The elder in green robes lowered his eyes slightly, as though deep in thought.
The others all looked at their noses, their noses at their hearts.
There was no anger, no shame, not even the slightest ripple of emotion.
After a long while,
the white-bearded elder slowly raised his head and looked at the others. "If the Dao Painting can truly be brought out, how do you think it should be arranged?"
Another elder in dark crimson robes said expressionlessly, "The Dao Painting is far too significant. Naturally, it cannot be monopolized by one person. No matter who brings it out, it should first be handed over for the nine sects to discuss together."
The white-bearded elder nodded faintly. "That is only proper... The human race is in dire straits now. This newly risen Painting Realm expert must be able to shoulder great responsibility and absolutely cannot act on impulse."
After all, the next Painting Realm expert was simply too important.
It was not as though just anyone was qualified to possess it.
Even if someone obtained the Dao Painting by sheer luck, if they were unsuitable, they would ultimately have to consider the greater good.
Just like that, the topic was casually shifted away.
The Hundred Flowers Sect Master stood where she was, looking at those indistinct phantoms.
Her hand gradually loosened, a trace of helplessness on her face.
It was always like this...
Rather than being ignored like this, she would have preferred for these people to curse at her face-to-face.
If they could still argue, it meant there was still fire in their hearts.