Chapter 1774 Silent Deliberations

Chapter 1774 Silent Deliberations

The Martial Masters silently witnessed the diverging wills of Martial Sages clash midair.

Every twitch, every movement, every breath they took.

It impacted the world.

It churned the air.

"Honestly, I think we should leave it to the Masters."

A fourth Sage-level aura overlapped upon the others.

The three of them frowned at the man who had just appeared.

He was lying down on the ground, sleeping.

"Why would you bother yourself with such tiresome work in the first place?" The man yawned, remarking absentmindedly.

Yet his eyes glinted with interest.

"We should be the ones asking you that..." The Breath Of Destruction narrowed her eyes. "...Sevian."

"Well, it's been a century since I partook in one of these. So I figured why not? Also..." Sage Sevian smiled lazily. "As much as I owe the kid one, it's not appropriate to dismiss the Master Council decision because of your selfish intentions.

The Sloth Sage of the Stamina Sect had made his choice.

The votes from the Martial Sages were tied two-to-two.

None of the Martial Sages uttered a word.

They didn't need to.

Their speech was for the sake of those who beheld them.

It was an unnecessary and primitive form of communication.

They needed much less.

Just a glance of the eye was enough.

A deafening silence echoed through the room.

A deep tension choked the air, wringing the atmosphere taut.

Even breathing was a challenge for lesser beings.

"Enough of this," The Mountain Of Fortitude narrowed his eyes. "If words cannot move you, then numbers shall!"

The air grew

"Hic...buuurp,"

Nine of them glanced at one particular Martial Sage with disdain.

"Sorry, sorry...don't mind me, but man..." The drunk woman remarked as she chugged from her wine bottle. "This liquor made from the Celestial Plumberries of the Beast Domain just hits different!"

The Celestial Plumberries were fruits known to be so extraordinarily toxic that a single drop of its extract once brought death upon the entire population of a small country when it escaped into the air due to the mishandling of the product.

Her hair was as disheveled as messy as her clothes were.

Yet the perilous Sage-level aura that radiated from her was not for show.

The Drunk Dame.

The only Martial Sage of the Martial Union who didn't bother creating or joining a sect.

She, along with the Sloth Sage, were among the most eccentric Martial Sages of the Martial Union.

"Why are you even here?" The Mountain of Fortitude glared at her.

She shrugged. "Why not?"

"If you're here, make up your mind."

She glanced at the Sloth Sage. "What choice did he make?"

"He chose to oppose the motion."

"Then I choose to support it," She boldly declared. "What is the motion again?"

The nine Martial Sages stared at her, dumbfounded.

While the mood amongst the Martial Sages was nothing they weren't accustomed to, having known each other for centuries, the lesser beings did not perceive it as such.

Most of them had fainted.

The Martial Masters gritted their teeth as they beheld the ten Martial Sages of the Martial Union, silently deliberating in a ream of communication beyond their fathoming.

RUMBLE

The world quivered under the weight of the Sage Realm.

A profound power that not even the Masters could fathom radiated from them, they, who were but a single Realm below Transcendence. A power that could only be considered that of the gods.

They deliberated silently.

It wasn't long before a decision was made.