Just as Qian Meng, Jun Yuanshan, and Si Yutian were discussing the Inviting Immortal Array.
Inside a temporary shack in the human camp, Yue Yan, Li Taiyuan, and Wu Yibo's other confidants stood vigil before Wu Yibo's corpse.
Their expressions were grim and grief-stricken, the air steeped in dead silence.
After seeing off the last Sect Leader from a major faction who had come to pay respects.
Yue Yan and Li Taiyuan worked together to activate several great arrays within the shack, completely severing all outside perception.
"My Lord," Yue Yan called softly, "you may awaken now. Everything has proceeded as smoothly as you planned."
"What are you saying?" A gray-haired elder frowned and glared at Yue Yan, rebuking him, "Do not think that just because the Saint Ruler valued you in life, you may overstep your bounds and spout such nonsense! The Saint Ruler is already dead!"
Another elder tugged at the speaker and gave him a meaningful look.
The speaking elder followed his gaze toward Li Taiyuan. Seeing that he had shed his earlier sorrowful appearance and was now waiting respectfully, suspicion rose in his heart.
"What exactly is going on?"
The two elders could no longer suppress their curiosity. "Could even the phenomenon of a Saint's fall be faked? How could you possibly deceive Prison Lord, Merchant Lord, and the others?"
Yue Yan smiled proudly and explained with feigned composure, "This was all a scheme laid out by the Saint Ruler himself. He wished to feign death and escape, to bide his time and rise again. If Merchant Lord and Prison Lord were to die at the hands of the Blood Clan, then the Saint Ruler would be the human race's last remaining hope. He could not possibly die so easily. The Saint Ruler wished to use