On the other side.
Ning Zheng decisively convened a brand-new meeting.
At his level, it was no longer as simple as solo fighting; a major power needed the mindset of a major power.
Xin Xichen, the Nine-headed Dragon Emperor, Cursed, and all the veteran players had already taken their seats.
"Everyone, any thoughts?" As the old steward, this was basically the only group of people Ning Zheng trusted right now.
Especially this bunch who came from the Nine-State, same hometown.
If one prospers, all prosper; they could be trusted.
Way more reliable than those three temporary Immortal Venerate allies next door.
"If we refuse, that Holy Spirit Immortal Venerate will probably go knock on the Neutral Immortal Venerates' door next door." Xin Xichen let out a cold laugh. "Truly a brilliant move—made just to disgust us."
