The Shouyang Discourse ended!
Upon arrival, dozens of Glints converged like shooting stars.
Upon departure, they scattered in groups, drifting away with the wind.
Luo Chen stood atop the peak of Shouyang Mountain with his hands behind his back, gazing at those departing Glints, his expression lacking the earlier confidence of having everything under control, instead appearing somewhat melancholic.
Behind him, Cang Long and Gu Caiyi looked at his towering silhouette with admiration.
The list of attendees was now in the hands of Cang Long.
"The Thirteen Upper Sects, plus the Rogue Cultivator Bao Hanjun, totaling twenty-five people; all those who left their names agreed to assist Senior Brother this time."
"Additionally, there are four Nascent Soul True Masters from the East Sun Sect remaining at the sect gate, and the Dong Yan Sect Elder also promised to bring them along when the time comes."
"Senior Brother, this time we will surely succeed, right?"
