The scene fell silent for a moment; no one could argue that the purpose was wrong.
They could only say the method was wrong, implicating everyone.
After a breath or two of silence, another round of verbal sparring began.
The elder sitting at the head of the table had an unpleasant expression. He coughed lightly, and the meeting immediately quieted down.
"Stop arguing, it's enough. Indeed, the Chief didn't handle this matter well."
The elder glanced around, looking at everyone.
"Today, it's rare to gather so many people. Both the Chief and Deputy are here, and six of the eight Shadow Envoys have arrived. I might as well say something while we're all here."
The elder spoke slowly, seemingly lacking energy.
"I am old, my lifespan is nearly over, and tribulation is approaching. It is time to arrange for someone to take up the heavy responsibility of Chief Venerate succession.