At the victory banquet, everyone drank their little cups of wine.
Lin Heng enjoyed the flattery and fawning of the people around him, not bothering to hide his smug face in the slightest.
He did not notice at all that quite a few people around him were harboring their own schemes, or secretly sizing one another up.
Ji Taichang raised his wine cup and drained it in one gulp, then wiped his mouth and said, "Alliance Leader Lin, I remember that a few days ago, we captured someone who claimed to be the strategist of the Black Bamboo Sacred Land. What happened to that person?"
"Zhong Yue? He's still locked up right now. We haven't killed him!"
"This old man has heard that Zhong Yue is someone who came from the Supreme Alliance. Just how deep are the roots of this alliance? I've always heard rumors of it, but the Extraterrestrial Cultivators have already been invading for a month."
"Yet so far, there hasn't been even the slightest wind-catching, shadow-grasping bit of news."
The Supreme Alliance, crowned with the two words "Supreme," sounded like some incredible organization.
It was like a huge boulder pressing on everyone's hearts.
If it was not moved away, they always felt as if they could not breathe.
Lin Heng knew what they were worried about, because so far, no Supreme had appeared openly in the Western Continent. They feared that if a Supreme descended, they would not be able to cope.
A Great Vehicle Supreme was a ceiling-level existence. Even if more Dao Integration cultivators came, it would still be difficult to shake one in the slightest.
Even in the martial arts worlds that common folk loved to talk about, it still took an expert to defeat an expert.
Cultivators were different. If one wanted