The hall was in chaos yet without any of the sound.
Every elder sat frozen, shock etched deep into their faces.
Fang Yuan let out a slow, weary sigh. He had known this response was inevitable.
At least the clan's safety was assured for now. His own safety… well, that was another matter entirely.
He straightened his back, his calm voice cutting through the tense air.
"Alright, Elders. I apologize for the abrupt summons. As compensation, I'll provide each of you with a personal cultivation cave. Of course, it comes along with your own minor resource well to make it complete."
"Oh, that's what it's called? I thought it was a Spirit Well," Fang Chen muttered under his breath.
"So did I," grumbled Fang Joshua, the elder who currently managed the treasury and also the cultivation caves in the eastern ravine.
