Wei Chunqiu froze, immediately recalling that generation's Devil Lord who had slaughtered the Immortal and Underworld Realms until they trembled at the very mention of his name. Back then, his own cultivation had still been shallow, and he had not been qualified to intervene in that great battle, yet he had witnessed those earth-shattering scenes. Even now, the memory still left lingering fear in his heart. Looking again at Yue Qianchou, standing amid the myriad swords and turning back with a cold sneer, the scene of his thousand swords launching at once truly felt strangely familiar. It seemed he had seen this very sight on that generation's Devil Lord who stood upon a divine dragon...
"This matter can be either grave or trivial. You had better explain it clearly, or it will do neither you nor me any good—especially you and Yun Peng," Da Minglun warned through voice transmission.
Wei Chunqiu sized him up and mockingly transmitted back, "What do you mean, grave or trivial? You don't suspect Yue Qianchou has some connection to the Myriad Sword Demon Lord, do you? Didn't the Myriad Sword Demon Lord die at Jin Tai's hands long ago? What are you muttering about? Why are you letting your imagination run wild?"
"I may refrain from wild thoughts, but can you guarantee the Immortal Emperor will do the same?" Da Minglun snorted coldly. "After the Demon Realm Seal, the Myriad Sword Demon Lord was the only person capable of threatening him. Sooner or later, today's scene of Yue Qianchou commanding myriad swords will reach his ears. As one of the parties present, and the one in charge of this place, I will sooner or later be summoned for questioning. If I cannot provide an explanation that puts his mind at ease, then you and Yun