At the foot of Devil-Transforming Mountain, Myriad Devil Divine City.
The chief stewards handling the daily affairs of every Devil Sect gathered together, listening to reports from their disciples while consulting one another and exchanging what they had.
Below the elders of each sect, the chief stewards held the greatest authority. Every one of them was a confidant of their sect master, and in terms of real power, they surpassed ordinary elders.
Some were overbearing, some soft and sinister, some cold, some warm.
Yet today, every one of them was cautious and restrained, smiling gently and speaking in mild tones.
Even those who normally looked down their noses at everyone else wore ingratiating smiles when they saw mere servants today.
The Mountain Opening ceremony was about to begin. Any tiny oversight could earn them a single sentence from the elders—and immediate execution on the spot.
Even though many matters had already been rehearsed dozens of times, the chief stewards still dared not slacken. Not only had they stayed up all night, but they had gathered together at dawn for the final checks and preparations.
Once breakfast was over, all the chief stewards would disperse, each taking charge of a different area.
This was an assignment staked with their lives.
If they handled it well, they would have a place in the Devil Alliance from then on.
After nervously completing their checks, the chief stewards slowly let out a breath.
Walking out of the great hall, they gazed at the rising sun in the distance.
Sunlight fell across their faces.
"Today, none of you can afford the slightest mishap." Zhang Qianhang, chief steward of Devil-Transforming Mountain, wore a gentle smile that made people feel as though bathed in the spring breeze.
The Devil-Transforming Mountain disciples present all looked at Zhang Qianhang