Forcing Great Yan to contend with the combined might of every other faction was a bit much.
"You…"
The middle-aged Sword Cultivator tried to speak again, but an elder in a hemp robe beside him stopped him with a shake of his head.
At the moment, Great Yan had won over the crowd and gained everyone's support.
This was not a time to make enemies.
Thus, no one objected.
Following Lu Mingyuan's instructions, the crowd rationally divided the spots for boarding the Ancient Ships.
In total, there were ten Ancient Ships, each capable of carrying about a hundred people.
The Human Race Cultivators split into ten groups, selected the experts from their respective factions, and boarded the ships one after another.
The remaining Cultivators were left to stand guard over the land.
...
The Ancient Ships slowly departed.
