Both Perfected, one old and one young, didn't interrupt, nor did they express their stance. They just stood there, silently watching like bystanders.
The clan elders seemed accustomed to the silence of these two senior members. After a quarter of an hour of squabbling, the Great Elder finally made the decision.
Let's not overreact, just find some easily expendable Heterodox Dao scapegoat and deal with it accordingly.
With that, the meeting concluded.
After the people dispersed, the two Perfected looked at each other.
An ancient and a young one.
The senior, a middle-stage Perfected, his face was full of wrinkles, his hair and beard were white, and he was enveloped in a gloomy, deathly aura.
Clearly, he was nearing the end of his life, not knowing which day he would pass away. At this point, he was merely hanging on.
The younger one, on the other hand, was full of vigor, but only recently entered the Perfected Realm. His strength was limited.
