Low-ranking Evil Cultivators were ultimately only executors, not the ones pulling the strings.
Li Xingtian's remarks had only been meant for that group of Evil Cultivators. After all, he was only a temporary cult leader, so they still needed to draw up plans for the future development of the [New Evil Spirit Cult].
After all, development could not rely on slogans.
Inside the cliff was an extremely small, utterly airless room, with a stale smell of blood lingering within.
Li Xingtian looked at the chair in the room's seat of honor, fashioned from something resembling human bones. The body of the chair might have been pieced together from something else, but its two armrests were unquestionably skulls.
Yu Jing and Wen Zuo stood quite naturally to either side, leaving the seat of honor to Li Xingtian.
Li Xingtian glanced at it twice, then chose to sit directly in the lowest seat at the far end.
He was not a real Evil Cultivator, nor did he have a taste for sitting on human bones. Once he went out, he would have someone bury all those bones and burn some paper money for them as compensation for their trouble.
Seeing Li Xingtian take a lower seat, neither Yu Jing nor Wen Zuo said anything. They merely exchanged a glance and, with perfect tacit understanding, remained standing rather than sitting down.
Both had just truly witnessed the flair of this cult leader sent to them.
They had not expected so much effort to go into this operation. They had actually found a top-tier Evil Cultivator to serve as cult leader.
Indeed, rather than passing off a fake as real, finding a genuine article was far more seamless.
It was just that, if possible... it would be better if his methods did not involve