"How could this be possible?!"
The conjecture was too outrageous, enough to make Ji Jinglu's molars ache. "What kind of occasion is the Yellow River Assembly? Experts gather there, and all under heaven watches. Whoever goes there to make trouble is courting death. I'd only heard that Yan Chunhui was a fool, but when danger came, he was still quite sharp—quick to flee, quick to change course. I'd never heard that he fancied such a grand and stirring way to die."
Lou Junlan remained very calm. "If I believe that what Chen Suan did was meaningful, that the danger he encountered was not without cause and must be related to the Demon Lords—then this conjecture follows from all of that."
She said, "Compared to previous years, this Yellow River Assembly has been very different. Many things left a deep impression on me, but there is one most important matter that people may have overlooked—the Long River Dragon Lord is gone."
Everyone's attention had been fixed on the many changes at this Yellow River Assembly: the living space of the Aquatic Race, the people of small states, the flourishing days of sects across the land and rogue cultivators of every kind...
Ao Shuyi's death truly was something all sides had deliberately played down.
The Long River Dragon Lord's seat hung empty. Though the Li Emperor and the Wei Emperor sat beneath it, keeping that area from seeming vacant, it still signified the absence of a Transcendent on the River Viewing Terrace.
Certainly, all six Sons of Heaven of the Hegemon States had sent their Dharma manifestations to descend here. They could marshal the power of their entire states at any moment, and they indeed possessed strength on the level of Transcendence, utterly unafraid of Eternal. Should they join hands to wield