The Soaring Serpent Demon King was a dignified peak seventh-rank Demon King who had condensed a divine wheel. Having roamed the Southern Wilderness for tens of thousands of years, she felt embarrassed for the first time.
Had she known this would happen, she should have struck the moment Gao Xian arrived.
Gao Xian studied Yue Tiandu with great interest. He truly had not noticed anything wrong with the old man before.
Two thousand years ago on Dragon Scale Island in the East Sea, Gao Xian had met Yue Tiandu. The old man had been both cowardly and fond of taking advantage of others, leaving Gao Xian with a terrible impression.
This time, Heaven Pillar had not come because of other business, and Gao Xian had not paid it much mind. Heaven Pillar did not like him and was unwilling to come join the festivities; there was nothing to fault in that.
As for who had led the Sacred Mountain Sect cultivators here, that was an insignificant matter.
In the vast Sacred Mountain Sect, only Heaven Pillar's arrival would have been worth Gao Xian personally receiving him.
As Gao Xian exchanged pleasantries with Qiniang and the Dao Venerables, he heard Nine Yin badmouthing him behind his back, and a sensation immediately arose within him.
The main reason was that his divine soul had absorbed Primordial Purple Qi, making him extraordinarily sensitive to everything connected to him.
Though Nine Yin had been very cautious in using divine consciousness transmission, the matter concerned him, and they were standing so close together. Naturally, he sensed it.
Divine consciousness transmission conveyed information through a link between the two parties' divine consciousness. Though it was called transmission, there was no sound at all; it was direct communication on the level of divine consciousness.
Even if outsiders