"As long as we win, that's what matters."
Iskryn laughed heartily. "If we go all out in a battle and still can't win, can't even establish any advantage, then things will really get troublesome."
Carson Flores shut his mouth and stopped giving his opinion.
Others showing him respect was their business; he also had to know his own weight.
The people sitting in this room were either Quasi-Saints, or the heads of Book Sea Pavilion and other top-tier powers. They weren't just the upper echelon of the entire Bitter Sea Immortal Domain—within the whole Immortal Realm, they were top-level elites.
After sitting for a while and talking things through, the meeting adjourned.
True Sage Grand Void rose to his feet. "Carson Flores, come with me."
Carson Flores followed True Sage Grand Void out of the great hall and into a nearby tent.
"Sit wherever you like."
