Although he no longer held the actual power of a sect leader, he still retained the title.
So Wu Er went back to Pengshan Gate to preside over the pre-launch mobilization meeting.
Okay, actually the process of the mobilization meeting is quite simple.
Wu Er sat to the side, serving as the sect's mascot, while Xiao Mingmu led the other junior brothers and sisters to assign tasks.
While you're at it, you can also enjoy the impressive performances of the various cultivators below and occasionally hear some compliments.
It could be a meeting, or a performance show.
This is a product of bureaucratic thinking, something originally intended to help the rulers and accomplish their tasks more effectively.
However, with continuous development, it has changed its nature, especially within the vast and complex sect system, where various meetings have become utterly worthless.
What should have been a 15-minute discussion turned into a meeting that lasted several hours. Meanwhile, the people below all had their own ideas, so they continued as before, and it was unlikely that a single meeting would change their minds.
But we can't do without this meeting; if we don't have it, the subordinates will be even more outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant.
After three or four hours of reminiscing, Wu Er finally left the venue.
He maintained his dignity as he walked through crowded places, but once he reached a secluded spot, he collapsed into a slumped posture.
My back is no longer straight, and my head is no longer held high.
Having endured the ordeal of the meeting, even as an immortal, Wu Er still felt utterly exhausted.
How can I describe this feeling?
For ordinary people, holding a complicated meeting is like taking a walk through a vegetable market built on muddy ground.
The ground was muddy and difficult to walk on, the air was filled with a cacophony of noise, and the air was thick with strange odors...
Okay, whether you can feel it or not.
In short, Wu Er didn't want to attend such a meeting a second time.
"I don't know how Mingmu has managed all these years."
Thinking about how irritated he was with the meeting, Wu Er thought of Xiao Mingmu again.
They've been managing this incredibly complex sect for nearly two hundred years.
I wonder how I managed to get through those meetings that felt like a quagmire every day.
After catching his breath outside for a while and getting rid of the lingering smell from the venue, Wu Er felt much better.
"Really." Wu Er suddenly looked up at the sky. "If all the vows from back then have been fulfilled, then I'll find a small place to rest... Hmm, I'll just hide in Xiaoyuan Peak and never come out again."
Perhaps he was truly mentally exhausted, because Wu Er started daydreaming about something again.
Perhaps it was some vow he made in the past, or perhaps it was his future life in seclusion; he was fantasizing about the past and the future.
For some people, the past and the future are better than the present.
Just like Wu Er, even if things are as bad as they are now, there is no need to cherish them, but he is a person who does not cherish the present moment.
After daydreaming for a while, Wu Er lowered his head again, bringing his thoughts back to the present.
Since we are in the present, we should do what needs to be done now.
Since war is about to break out, we should go to the front lines to see what's happening.
Thinking it over, Wu Er turned over and pulled a cloud, flew into the sky, and then left Pengshan Gate.
The flight was very fast; traveling a thousand miles a day was already very slow compared to the immortals.
Millions of miles passed in the blink of an eye, and in one step we arrived at the so-called front line.
The front line hasn't changed; it's still the same area, much like it was hundreds of years ago when the transvestites and humans confronted each other.
Ironically, the people and demons who used to be locked in a standoff here are now facing off against two groups of people.
It's easy to justify wars against foreign tribes, as there are always reasons to do so. But when it comes to fighting among our own people, it seems ridiculous.
I wonder what the human race thought when they saw this infighting in the past?
"Follow me!"
"kill!"
As soon as Wu Er arrived, he heard deafening shouts of battle, followed by waves of spiritual energy.
They declared war a few days ago, and now they're actually at war.
The speed at which the war between cultivators progressed was terrifying, and the extent of the destruction was equally terrifying.
Wu Er was far away, but he heard the shouts of battle. He didn't see the two groups of people, but he saw countless flames shooting into the sky.
A fight between one cultivator is not obvious, nor is a fight between several cultivators.
But when hundreds or thousands of cultivators form an array and attack each other, the scene becomes quite large.
Even from a great distance, Wu Er could feel the scorching heat in the air.
With his keen senses, he could even smell the blood from afar.
The smell was pungent. Although all blood smells bad, human blood smells particularly bad.
How foul does it smell?
It smells terrible from the bottom of my heart.
A forest in the distance suddenly caught fire, and thick smoke billowed straight into the sky, further tinting the already not-so-clear sky with various dark colors of smoke.
This fire might normally burn for a long time, but this was no ordinary place; it was a battlefield for cultivators.
Suddenly the sky changed color, and as the salty wind blew across the horizon, a heavy rain began to fall in the distance.
Even though we were far away, we could feel how heavy the rain was.
Someone summoned a torrential rain.
The flames that had been soaring into the sky were suppressed, and the thick smoke was submerged by the rain.
Surprisingly, the torrential rain did not wash away the stench of blood; instead, it made it even stronger.
This means that someone else has died...
“This…” Wu Er flew forward.
He went to the front of the two formations, but he didn't know exactly what he was going to do there. However, he knew that he had to go.
Just as he was about to set off, Wu Er noticed an uninvited guest beside him.
"I didn't expect to see you here."
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