Beast Spirit Immortal City, council chamber.
Divine Crow Immortal sat at the head, eyes closed and silent.
"It's been three years, and to this day, no Spirit Stones or Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures have been escorted here to worship the Immortal City. After deducting what the ancestors need for daily Cultivation, we have next to nothing left, with our Cultivation stagnating..."
Hei Chengwu, along with more than a dozen Direct Lineage Golden Pill Monks, were speaking softly about something.
Surrounding them, dozens of Direct Lineage Foundation-building cultivators sat upright and tense, occasionally agitated, curiously observing the clan's grand and solemn council chamber. It was their first time being in such a solemn place, where the rights of the Hei Clan were determined, having in the past only been able to await the results.
Now, they had the opportunity to participate in the decision-making.
