Rumors, every last word was utter nonsense!
The Holy Lord's eye twitched, and he was about to start cursing inwardly.
But after listening carefully to that inner voice, he thought it sounded rather young and instantly stopped every thought in its tracks.
What if-what if the person whose thoughts they could hear was the Holy Son's daughter?
He still wanted to live a little longer.
Still shaken, the Holy Lord decided he ought to keep a low profile and investigate the situation thoroughly rather than act on impulse.
But it was strange, too. Why had he instinctively assumed that this voice was someone's inner thoughts?
Puzzled, he pinched his chin, deep in thought.
The Sacred Mountain of North Ridge.
The members of the Devil Race who were about to use a special Spirit Artifact to slip into the Sacred Water suddenly stopped. All of them instantly concealed themselves, warily observing their surroundings without letting the slightest movement escape their notice.
The few who had never heard the inner voice before nearly jumped.
"What was that voice?" The Deputy Demon General wore an odd expression as well.
Why had he heard a little girl's voice, and why was she talking about the Sacred Mountain?
Since he was currently carrying out a mission on the Sacred Mountain, he was naturally on high alert.
After listening more closely, his expression changed instantly.
This person actually knew what was happening at the Sacred Mountain, and even knew that a Ten-Thousand-Year Vengeful Spirit was sealed beneath the Sacred Water!
It had taken the Devil Race years of investigation to confirm, only recently, that what was sealed within was a Ten-Thousand-Year Vengeful Spirit.
Even now, the people of the sacred ground still thought this was merely a legend.
The white-robed steward beside him also looked wary.