There were still three full days until the one-month deadline set by Imperial Court Mountain.
Yet the eyes of the entire Purple Moon Continent had already turned toward Crouching Dragon Mountain once more, as though by unspoken agreement. Even the air seemed thick with anxious scrutiny.
Spies from the great dynasties, sect elders, and powerful Rogue Cultivators hid among the clouds or in distant mountains, their gazes fixed on Crouching Dragon City. None was willing to leave.
Talk in the streets and alleys had not died down. Instead, it had grown fiercer, becoming the hottest topic on the continent.
"Only three days left. What is Lin Zishan going to do? He can't hide in Crouching Dragon City forever!"
"The way I see it, he has no choice but to go to Imperial Court Mountain and plead guilty. Is he really going to fight them to the bitter end?"
"That's Imperial Court Mountain, with a Martial Deity presiding over it! Forget a mere Crouching Dragon City Lord—even the mightiest dynasties wouldn't dare defy it lightly!"
"He certainly looked impressive when he killed those seven Martial Emperors, but before a Martial Deity, that counts for nothing."
Some sighed, some sneered, and some watched coldly.
Everyone was certain Li Yun had reached the end of the road. He had no choice but to bow his head and admit his guilt.
After all, in the Purple Moon Continent's tens of thousands of years of history, no one had ever dared truly challenge Imperial Court Mountain's authority, much less stand against the whole of it alone.
Many factions had even begun calculating how to curry favor with Imperial Court Mountain and claim a share of Crouching Dragon Mountain once Li Yun pleaded guilty.
Even some major neutral sects had prepared gifts. The moment Li Yun