The atmosphere on Mount Dark Dao had turned very, very bizarre. However, it was then that a tranquil voice echoed down from above.0

“You’re all coalition senators. There’s no need to offend each other over the affairs of the younger ones.”0

All the cultivators present were struck to the core by the voice.0

Patriarch Lunisolar was the first to react. Inclining his head, he clasped hands and said, “Well met, President.”1

Patriarch Soaring Cloud’s expression was neutral as he also bowed in greeting. Sir Bloodsmelter looked at the two other patriarchs with an unreadable expression, then followed suit. As for Arch-Immortal Plumdark, she frowned slightly, gave a quick bow, and then turned and left, vanishing after taking only a few steps.0

As everyone bowed in greeting, the voice spoke again.0

“However, rules are rules. If people were allowed to break them at will, how could we maintain order in the coalition? Fellow Daoist Soaring Cloud, for your impulsiveness, you will lose ten years of your coalition profit bonus. Fellow Daoist Lunisolar, when exactly did you start doing things this way? I suppose I can understand given the history between you and Patriarch Soaring Cloud....13