The many Devil Cultivators felt uncomfortable all over for no reason. They did not know why. It was not fear—just discomfort.
"He really dared to come..." Zhang Qianhang sighed softly.
"Presumably, the elders and Supreme Elders have already made their preparations."
"Of course."
No one spoke. Before Li Qingxian, were the chief stewards of all the sects not even worthy of preparing?
Someone unaware of the truth might have thought Zhao Yishan was coming.
Yet even if Zhao Yishan came, it would not be like this.
If Zhao Yishan came, everyone would at least rally morale and make thorough preparations.
But Li Qingxian was coming. What were they supposed to do?
The chief stewards exchanged glances, unable to decide for a moment.
"We... should do what we need to do. Leave Li Qingxian to the elders."
"Yes. He is the lord of the Great River."
At last, the Devil Cultivators clearly realized Li Qingxian's current standing.
There were only a few co-lords of the world revered by mankind.
The lord of the Qi Kingdom, the lord of East Ding, the lord of the Demon Race. The former Grand General King had only counted as half of one.
Now, Li Qingxian was already the lord of the Great River.
The low-rank Devil Cultivators were somewhat puzzled. They knew Li Qingxian was powerful, but they did not quite understand why, in the eyes of the chief stewards, he had become powerful to such an extent.
"There is also news that, after the Mountain Opening ceremony, the Idle Prince will cross the river."
Even Devil Cultivators felt their hearts tighten upon hearing the words "cross the river."
Before the Grand General King fell, his three cries of "cross the river" had spread across the world, piercing hearts with pain.
At that moment, everyone