At the moment when Saint Xi'en, this Peak Saint with an extraordinary status, lowered his head, Lu Yan, sitting in the main seat, had the corners of his otherwise calm and unruffled face subtly twitch involuntarily.
A slight sense of absurdity, something only he could truly comprehend, rose quietly like a bubble beneath the water.
If he truly had Emperor Fengdu, whose words could shape reality, standing behind him, why would he need to scheme so cautiously, even resorting to something akin to borrowing the fox's majesty to buy himself precious time and room for development?
Emperor Fengdu indeed existed, but Saint Xi'en would never guess that the True God he envisioned was sitting just behind the desk.
And the aura that made Saint Xi'en and even the entire upper echelon of the Seven Gods Church believe without doubt—going as far as using a Zero-level Sealed Object to investigate—was not a sign of the Great Emperor's arrival.
