"Among the Literary Cultivation forces, aside from Jie Linfu's disciples, no one came at all. Otherwise, the literary cultivators would definitely have sought out Li Qingxian first."
"The literary cultivators are probably hiding everywhere, preparing for a fight to the death. Naturally, there was no need for them to bring congratulatory gifts."
"However, the military people are rather intriguing. They're sitting there without moving an inch."
"They've just finished expanding Heaven Gate Pass, and they were originally guarding against the Idle Prince. That's normal... Wait, the Dingnan Prince's Residence is moving? That seems to be the Dingnan Prince's heir, Duke Nanchuan. Good heavens, the Devil Sects are about to panic."
Everyone widened their eyes.
"Greetings, Your Highness the Idle Prince!" Duke Nanchuan had a thick beard, heavy brows, large eyes, and a smile on his face.
"Uncle Meng, you're too polite. How has Huai Chuan been lately?" Li Qingxian asked.
"Ever since he went south, I threw him into the army to crawl and scramble through the mud. It did polish out a bit of his edge," Duke Nanchuan said with a laugh.
"How are things in the south?" Li Qingxian asked as though casually.
"Very peaceful," Duke Nanchuan answered offhandedly.
Some nearby generals fell into thought, while others looked baffled.
The Dingnan Prince's Residence was recruiting troops and buying horses, making full preparations for war. The Eastern Ding Kingdom was at the height of its national strength, and a great war between the two sides could erupt at any moment. How was it very peaceful?
After Duke Nanchuan left, some southern forces that had no particular friendship with Li Qingxian came forward one after another to exchange pleasantries.
Especially after the Southern Martial World forces joined in, the people below the mountain watching the spell projections began cheering in