"I don't care about that!"
Zuo Xian pouted and muttered.
"Alright, Xiaoxian, you need to listen to Uncle."
"But Uncle, you're so strong. Doesn't our clan have any say at all?"
Another tall young man with a round, harmless-looking face, Zuo Xi, asked.
"My strength is only enough to hold our own in a small corner. This baptism ceremony is incredibly important. The Celestial Demons have been reviving over the years, and recently, they've clashed with us Spirit Guardians repeatedly. A chaotic era is upon us. For this ceremony, almost every notable Guardian Spirit Race in the entire Donghua Spirit Guardian world will be sending someone. They're not just coming to observe, or to exchange pointers. They're coming to discuss the grand strategy for dealing with the Celestial Demons in the future."
"The Moon Race, the Xuan Clan, the Qi Clan... With so many Spirit Level experts present, what room is there for us to speak?"
