Ibro looked at that cultivator. He was one of those who kept their stance neutral till now. He said at once:
"This offer is for anyone who wants to join my village."
"What about those who don't want to?"
"That would be a crazy act, in my humble opinion. You can't even guarantee your safety out there, will you risk bringing weaker cultivators with you? They will be a burden to you. I advise you not to do so."
Ibro's words carried some logic in them. Everyone entered the new debate using divine senses. Ibro didn't put any hopes on them. He came here with plans to recruit only the dean and his academy.
Those strangers were just a bonus for him. after an hour of hot discussions, the dean looked with apologizing eyes towards Ibro while saying:
"I'm sorry, Ibro boy. Most of us here don't want to follow your faction. They just wanted what they should pay for you to allow them to use your cloud."
