Amid a commotion that left one unsure whether to laugh or cry, the Demon Race warships outside Undying Mountain slowly began changing formation.
Under Red Bean and Feng Qing's command, they encircled Undying Mountain and stationed themselves there in orderly fashion, reining in all their surging demonic aura.
As for the cultivators of the Forgotten River... they were already used to it. After all, they had even witnessed a battle between Immortal Emperors.
Now, seeing the Demon Realm's army again, they felt not the slightest fear. Instead, they held their heads high and puffed out their chests, somehow even developing a baffling sense of superiority at having "seen the wider world."
Over the years, the Forgotten River's cultivators had walked the streets with their backs a good deal straighter than before.
Even their tone became smug when they went out and spoke with cultivators from other Immortal Domains.
In their words, anyone who wasn't a Forgotten River local was an "outlander cultivator."
They had somehow turned an exile ground that neither grandmother nor uncle cared for, a place no authority would claim, into the center of the Myriad Heavens and Worlds.
In the blink of an eye, more than half a month passed.
During those days, Si Chen had spent almost all his time sitting alone in a chair in the Main Hall.
His eyes were half-lidded, as though he were dozing.
He simply sat there in silence, and no one knew what he was doing.
Xie Changsheng and the others had passed the Main Hall several times over the past few days. Seeing him resting with his eyes closed, they all softened their footsteps and refrained from disturbing him.
Red Bean had gone inside a few times. Each time she emerged, her expression was somewhat complicated. At first,