Nine Nations Alliance.
Listening Rain Pavilion.
At this moment, in the largest private room of the building, the atmosphere was grave and subtle as they discussed something.
"Chu Tian Division... has really made its move." An elderly man in luxurious robes with a lean, gaunt face set down the Communication Jade Talisman in his hand, his voice dry.
"It went straight for the Myriad Beast Sect, Mysterious Yin Sect, and Snow Wolf Valley..." The bald, burly man beside him muttered.
"By the looks of it, it intends to swallow all three in one bite!"
"More than just three." A charming woman leisurely swirled the wine cup in her hand. She was Hua Meiniang, the local steward of the Moon Worship Temple.
"The Sea of Blood Cult's strongholds across several territories likely won't survive either. This Chief Chu lay dormant for three years, yet the moment he returned, he unleashed thunderous force. None who provoke him meet a good end."
"Thankfully... thankfully, we didn't openly participate in moving against Chu Tian Division back then."
Someone wiped the cold sweat from his brow. Back then, they had come within a hair's breadth of joining the alliance.
There was no helping it—the offer had simply been too generous.
"What's the use of saying that now?" The bald man slapped the table impatiently. "The key is what we do next! Once Chu Tian Division has swept away those factions, will we be next?"
They were all major powers from other territories in the Southern Wasteland, with spies stationed here to keep constant watch on Chu Tian Division's movements.
"In this concubine's view," Hua Meiniang said, her eyes shimmering as she let out a coquettish laugh, "though Chief Chu kills decisively, he is not one to slaughter without cause. The previous conflicts all arose from