"Hmph, the West River Gate has long since perished. We're merely fine birds choosing a tree to roost in. How is that betrayal?"
If the West River Gate had possessed any cohesion in the past, it had lost every trace of it after losing Nine Ridges Mountain. Its sect master held nothing but an empty title.
As pillars of the cultivation world, Core Formation Experts who could secure a place anywhere, the elders of the various peaks had clearly already found their next homes. They no longer needed to submit to him.
Thus, Elder Qi showed no fear whatsoever. The elder simply stared into his eyes and said coldly, "Face reality!"
The sect master of the West River Gate slumped into his seat, unable to reply.
Indeed, from the moment it lost Nine Ridges Mountain, the West River Gate had existed in name alone. Had they reclaimed their former lands in time over the past ten years, or found another blessed land to settle in, there might still have been some hope of revival.
Yet not only had they spent all this time living under someone else's roof, they were now about to lose even the base they had finally managed to rent.
What reason did such a sect have to continue existing?
"We're willing to follow Elder Qi!"
"So are we."
"What exactly are the procedures for joining the Immortal Alliance? Elder Ye, please explain them to us in detail."
Some decided to follow the crowd, some had other plans, and some remained undecided. Few, however, were determined to preserve the West River Gate's name and continue their stubborn resistance here.
They all knew this was the last opportunity the Immortal Alliance's leadership was offering them, taking the chance to absorb the sect's elite.
If they failed to appreciate