"Ah, Fellow Daoist Zhuo, please don't be angry."
"In times like these, the sect has its own difficulties. We ought to be more understanding."
"Since reinforcements won't arrive anytime soon, we should stand together, weather this crisis, and hold Golden Spear City."
Daoist Cangyun stood rooted to the spot, his brows likewise tightly furrowed.
Although he said this, it was clear that he, too, harbored considerable resentment.
Understanding was one thing; accepting it was another.
"Hmph!"
At these words, Zhuo Mengzhen snorted coldly and vented her anger with a few more remarks.
At least she stopped pounding the table. Otherwise, the tables in the Council Hall probably wouldn't have been enough to last her.
She looked at Liu Yu, who sat silently with his eyes lowered, and felt a little frustrated.
Given his habit of never stirring without something to gain, shouldn't he have been less composed after receiving such "unfair" treatment?
Yet how could she have known that Liu Yu had long since stopped trying and was already prepared to "retreat"?
Hold Golden Spear City for five years? He had no hope of that whatsoever!
It wasn't impossible, but the odds of holding out for five years were far, far too low, and the risks far, far too great.
Even so, Liu Yu had no particular opinion of the cultivators determined to hold their ground.
Persevering to the end was truly admirable; knowing when to give up was wise as well!
After venting their dissatisfaction, the four resumed discussing the city's defenses, each offering their thoughts.
Golden Spear City's predicament was merely one modest reflection of the fully unleashed beast tide.
There were cultivator settlements better off than Golden Spear City, but they were exceedingly rare. Far more were in even worse straits.
Against the beast tide, the strength