A furious roar rang out amid the sacred ground's endless snowy mountains.
"What? Didn't I already give the order? Bring the people from the Southern Spirit Sect over ahead of everyone else!"
Draped in a snow-white fur robe, the Holy Lord nearly fainted with rage.
The North Ridge Sacred Ground and the Southern Spirit Sect were currently working together.
They were counting on the Southern Spirit Sect to obtain part of the Central Sacred Land's legacy.
That was why the Holy Lord had given orders in advance: the moment they spotted the Southern Spirit Sect's Spirit Boat, they were to go and welcome it.
And what had every last one of them done instead?
Never mind the Central Sacred Land's legacy. Once the Holy Son returned and learned that his daughter had been kept at the back of a long line and bullied by other sects, wouldn't he go berserk on the spot?
Not one of them had any sense!
It was only because the Holy Son was currently trapped in a special secret realm and unable to get out. Otherwise, every last one of them would be called to account!
"Do they all think I'm dead? Do they really believe that old devil king of the Devil Race can keep the Holy Son trapped?"
"They're already itching to make a move, without even weighing their own strength."
The Holy Lord muttered to himself, then exchanged a few more words with the others, and the Holy Hall fell quiet again.
Far away, the Southern Spirit Sect's group, who had been escorted into the Holy City, knew nothing of what was happening at the sacred ground. Baili Xingzhou was taking them on a tour of the entire Holy City.
Once inside the Holy City, they could see that the buildings around