บท 277: Turning point (1.2)

*Ten minutes earlier*

Ackhart was at a loss for words. 

'Just how did the situation devolve to this so quickly?' the man asked himself, burying his face in his hands. 

He sat deeply in his seat, refusing to get involved in the ongoing scuffle. 

'Ever since this feeling appeared...' Ackhart thought before biting down on his lips. 

The world around didn't seem real. The reaction of the highest ranks of the local cultivators disappointed him to no end. 

Now that there was some real emergency ongoing, they all split into factions to push the blame. 

Not a single soul attempted to find a way to solve their problem. 

Ackhart rested his back against the soft cushions of the sofa. He didn't bother to intervene in the ongoing debate for one reason only. 

Even if he wanted, he had no means to change anything. 

'A powerhouse for the disciples, just another elder among equals,' Ackhart thought with a self-pointed irony.