The Young Man Seated in the Main Seat

A group of more than ten people crossed through the gate from the sweltering summer of the Sword Qi Great Wall and arrived at the snow-swept winter of Inverted Mountain.

They had all employed Illusion Techniques, choosing the dead of night on Inverted Mountain to head straight for Spring Banner Studio, one of the Four Great Private Residences.

Among them were Yan Ming and Nalan Caihuan, the two Gods of Wealth of the Sword Qi Great Wall.

Apart from the central solitary peak where the Great Heavenly Monarch held the fort, no one detected the abrupt arrival of these Dragons Crossing the River.

The Great Heavenly Monarch gazed down toward the gate. Beside him stood the old True Person holding a golden whisk, who softly asked, "Master, this will not cause trouble, will it?"

The Great Heavenly Monarch sneered. "Who would cause trouble? Those merchants who have fallen into the eyes of money? Would they dare?"

The old True Person stroked the golden threads refined from Flood Dragon Whiskers. "If we merely use power to crush them, it may not succeed."

The Great Heavenly Monarch looked toward one of the men in that group and nodded.

The man glanced at the Daoist Great Heavenly Monarch atop the solitary peak and nodded as well.

The Great Heavenly Monarch seemed to have come merely to see him once. After greeting him, he turned and left, saying, "Once I enter seclusion, you will handle affairs. It is simple: handle nothing at all."

After his astonishment, the old True Person, the Great Heavenly Monarch's chief disciple, switched the whisk to his other hand, made a Daoist salute, and softly said, "This disciple receives Venerable Master's decree."

The old True Person could not help asking afterward, "Master, what about Martial Uncle Jiang?"

Once his master