The Supreme Elder swept his gaze around the area and said no more.
With hands behind his back, he walked toward the rear. Some of the sect's power holders stood there, and as they watched the cold-eyed old man approach them, the hairs on their bodies began to stand on end.
They were the ones truly about to face the knife. Sometimes, being weak had its advantages—at least they would not be targeted by the strong...
"Destroy every portrait of those few within the sect."
"Yes!"
"Tonight, the outer and inner sect elders must all come to the Council Hall, even if they are in seclusion. We will discuss anew the plans concerning the Qian Kingdom, as well as how to open the mountain and take in disciples."
"Yes!"
"You few, think carefully about what the path of immortal cultivation truly is. Do not bring that set of human relations into the immortal sect and end up making a clever move only to spoil things. Utterly absurd!"
"...Yes!"
"For a hundred years, you are forbidden from receiving the sect's offerings. Go reclaim wasteland at the outskirts of the Jade Bamboo Mountain Range, and do not return before your time is up! That person hid away in the mortal world not so we could go curry favor with him in secret! If you offend again, even This Dao Ancestor cannot save you!"
"Yes! Thank you for the Supreme Elder's guidance..." Those outer sect power holders lowered their eyes and cupped their fists, their attitudes incomparably devout. They understood immediately, far more perceptive than those young cultivators who had not lived long.
"Return to the mountain." The Supreme Elder snorted coldly and rose into the air.
Everyone lowered their heads and hurried after him, not daring to breathe loudly. The Supreme Great