The implication was that the sixty Cultivators from Mingzun Mountain could be split among their teams, so that no one would be at a disadvantage.
Xia Qingying pondered for a moment before finally nodding. "It's settled."
...
The expressions of the Mingzun Mountain Cultivators immediately darkened. From start to finish, no one had asked for their opinion.
In other words, without sufficient strength, they had no say in the matter at all, destined only to become pawns and tools in the hands of the major powers.
"Palace Master Qin, and Her Majesty the Empress, aren't you going too far with this?"
The old man from Mingzun Mountain, clad in a black cloak with a white beard and brows, said coldly.
Qin Tiangen smiled warmly. "Fellow Daoist Su, you worry too much. We're doing this for your own safety. As long as we make any discoveries in these Hongmeng Divine Hall ruins, I will ensure you are handsomely rewarded!"
