The grand hall was instantly filled with four resounding voices.
The voices, initially calm, gradually became urgent, and later even turned fierce, akin to a quarrel in the streets among mortals, stripped of any demeanor of high stature.
"...It has been three hundred years since the last opening of the Void Realm. This time, our sect's slots need to increase by fifteen people!"
"Altogether, only fifty people from the four sects can enter, and you want to take half?"
"Resources that haven't turned into real masters are worthless. Besides, how much does it cost to cultivate a Foundation Establishment? You can calculate it yourself.
If our sect participates in the battle with Cyan Wolf Ridge, each Foundation Establishment faces the risk of falling."
"Death of the lips, the teeth feel the cold; if Zhao Kingdom is taken over by Cyan Wolf Ridge, none of you will benefit. This is not just for our sect, but for yourselves!"
