"No one is controlling it."
"What about after the decisive battle?"
"We'll discuss that afterward."
"I'm afraid there won't be an afterward."
Someone in the crowd said, "Once Motian Xing dies, Senior Su will rule the entire continent."
The voice was quiet, but the powerful cultivators nearby all heard it.
Su Yueli looked toward the voice. Thousands of rogue cultivators stood there, and she could not determine who had spoken.
"What do you mean?"
Han Yu arrived with a group of People's Protection Corps cultivators at that moment.
She did not approach the main battlefield, stopping at the perimeter to provide support.
Upon hearing those words, her expression immediately darkened.
The Great Wei Attendant did not question Su Yueli directly. He merely took out an intelligence report.
"Recently, there have been reports that Senior Su intends to abolish the Eight Dynasties after the decisive battle."
"Please tell us whether this is true or false."
"False."
Su Yueli gave only that single word.
"Then why does the People's Protection Corps keep gathering cultivators from every dynasty?"
"They're willing to save people. What business is that of yours?"
The Great Wei Attendant's expression stiffened at her question.
Another imperial powerhouse took over. "Senior Su, we aren't questioning you."
"But the armies of all Eight Dynasties are here. If they're to withdraw simultaneously, we must have sufficient guarantees."
"What guarantees do you want?"
"Please swear that you will never interfere with ownership of the Eight Dynasties' territories, nor help Great Li annex any other dynasty."
Su Yueli watched him for several breaths. Then she understood.
These people had not come to guard against Motian Xing. They were guarding against her.
With just a few reports of uncertain truth, Motian Xing had redirected everyone's fear toward her.
They knew this place might be a