Noah decided to ignore the celebrations when he understood that remaining in the encampment would only force him to refuse a countless number of inquiries.
He didn't blame the other factions for being interested in his body-nourishing method, nor the Council for spreading the information about his peculiarity so soon.
If there were a chance, every cultivator would choose to obtain the features of the magical beasts. After all, most techniques and methods tried to imitate those creatures because they had a more natural path toward the higher ranks. Also, their physical might was too insane to ignore it.
Now that there was a chance right in front of their eyes, they couldn't just let it go.
Noah glanced at the other Elders of the Hive, but all of them were in the same situation. The assets of the other factions were engaged in polite discussions with them, but it was evident that their respect was only an act to cover their real intentions.