Since they could not begin the ritual for the time being, Su Tianwang took charge and arranged the defenses around the valley.
After all, every one of them understood that the road to success would inevitably be accompanied by disasters and obstacles.
There was no need to mention anything else. Xiang Qing would most likely make a move, so they had to prepare.
At this moment, there were not many experts here, but every single one possessed formidable cultivation. In any prefecture, they would count among the very best.
There were Si Peng, Mo Li, Wei Hua, Yuan Qing, Qiu Lian, and Meng Zhao.
Among them, Qiu Lian was probably the weakest. Of course, on the surface, Meng Zhao did not seem much stronger than him either.
The valley was surrounded by mountains on three sides and faced a lake on the fourth. Vast green waves rolled across the lake, and under the thick mist, it stretched as far as the eye could see. Its full extent was impossible to make out, and no one would likely approach from that direction, so it needed no attention.
Thus, Su Hongtu placed the focus of all defenses on the three mountain-facing sides.
There happened to be six of them, so they split into pairs: Si Peng and Wei Hua, Mo Li and Meng Zhao, Yuan Qing and Qiu Lian.
The other two pairs were close as brothers, bound by deep friendship and perfect mutual understanding. Only Meng Zhao and Mo Li had an ordinary relationship and knew little about each other; they were merely colleagues.
Still, no one objected to this arrangement. Although Meng Zhao had deliberately restrained most of his power, the sharp and tyrannical aura he revealed alone was by no means that of a weakling.
At the very least,