Region 1, Elder Mountain.
More than a month had passed, and the group of elders on Elder Mountain had once again convened in the meeting room.
This time, nearly half as many people had come compared to the last time, but of course, no one was absent.
Those who remained all bore injuries.
Impatience was written on everyone's face.
"Why did we enter into seclusion if we're being summoned again? What's the matter this time?"
"Let's get one thing straight. I came here, but my wounds haven't healed, and I really don't want to deal with that mess outside."
"And another thing, if this is about Lu Wu again, spare me your words. I'll turn around and leave immediately!"
Several elders expressed their current attitude as soon as they entered the scene.
Their demeanor made Zhao Xue'en, who had called the meeting, look displeased, but Fei Yinghao's face was even more unsightly than Zhao's.
"Do you old fools have any sense of crisis at all?
