"I wonder, is the decision of the Farmer Clan not to support the Terminal Daoists, or are you planning to forge a new path?"
Gu Lan spoke calmly,
"We do not support the Terminal Daoists."
"In that case, why did the Farmer Clan not first propose how the Terminal Daoists might improve, but instead directly make such a significant decision? Surely you are aware this is unquestionably severing the unity of our world. Especially now... when we have a common enemy, Fan Wubing."
At the mention of Fan Wubing, the crowd seemed to simmer like brewing thunder, eager to erupt.
The people from Little South Continent felt a chill in their hearts, as their gazes turned stern.
Luo Qingyao stared intently at Celestial Venerable Baiyu. She thought to herself, as expected, this was brought up. Ever since Gu Lan announced their major decision, she had been contemplating how things might unfold.
She instinctively looked toward Gu Lan, curious to see how her senior sister would respond.
