The matter of dividing the spoils was quickly settled.
Pei Zhao from Qiyun Valley spoke with a smile, "This opportunity is now shared by our Twelve Immortal Sects, and in the future, it can only be divided among us."
"To avoid any accidents, I propose that everyone here swear not to disclose this matter to others," said the old man.
Upon hearing his words, the crowd nodded in agreement.
After all, now that the secret was out, if someone were to tell those powerful Immortal Sects...
By then, these Lower Grade Immortal Sects wouldn't even get to drink the soup.
As everyone was about to take the oath, Pei Zhao spoke again, "Please wait, I have one more thing to say."
"I'm sure some of you have realized that the Yangnao Land is not as barren and desolate as the rumors say."
"As we, the Twelve Immortal Sects, are now allied, we must have a plan for managing the Yangnao Land in the future, so as not to upset each other."
Everyone was deep in thought.
