Wu Chang sensed the other party's attitude from those words. He merely smiled and said nothing more.
After greeting all the gods below, Wu Chang moved to the center of the hall and bowed before the three imposing figures on the dais.
"Wu Chang, Tomb Keeper of the Divine Mausoleum, pays his respects to My Lord Palace Master and the two Venerable Gods."
"Rise."
On the dais, Chen Yang spoke slowly, then asked Wu Chang below, "By your and Bai Di's estimates, what is the situation in the Northwest now?"
So that's what he wants to ask.
Wu Chang had considered My Lord Palace Master's intentions while entering the hall. Now it seemed he had indeed been summoned because of the unrest in the Northwest.
But the great distance in the present world meant he could not directly use Spatial Folding to look into the situation there.
Since Chen Yang had asked for his and Bai Di's estimates, Wu Chang answered truthfully. "My Lord Palace Master, more than two months have passed since the Demonic Sect cultivators crossed the border in a surprise attack. In this humble god's view, the Northwest must now be in dire straits, on the verge of falling."
Wu Chang spoke with certainty. In his and Bai Di's plans, occupying a mere border region was hardly an achievement worth celebrating.
Given the strength of these Demonic Dao cultivators, taking the Northwest was only to be expected.
Chen Yang nodded silently at his answer. Without explaining further, he called upon his divine power and, through Yang Yuanliu's eyes, projected the scene in the Barbarian Lands above the hall.
At first, Wu Chang thought the cultivators and mortals aboard the immortal boats were evacuating toward the Central Region. Only after watching closely for a while did he realize