Zhao Tuan adjusted his wide robe sleeves, let out a low chuckle, then lifted his head, his eyes sharply surveying the crowd.
"Do all you esteemed elders think the patriarch's action is too cruel?"
The people present exchanged glances, and then someone spoke up, "Those common people and cultivators sincerely came to seek refuge with our Shen Family. If we turn them away, leaving them to be slaughtered by those Southern Border beasts... we cannot bear it."
"Indeed, if our Shen Family does this, we will likely leave a bad name among the common people and cultivators in the future."
The remaining people nodded in agreement with this view.
Zhao Tuan adjusted his sleeves and continued, "The patriarch is wise and strategic, surely aware of this."
"Let me ask again..."
"Elder Liu, do you know how many common people and cultivators from the Yangnao Land have been slaughtered by the Southern Border over this period?"
