Chapter 112

As the inauguration day of the Wanren Guizong Pavilion drew near, the news spread rapidly across every corner of the East Continent like a spring breeze, stirring up boundless eager anticipation and widespread discussion among countless cultivators. Yet, amid this wave of excitement, an imperceptible undercurrent still quietly surged—the shadows cast by certain factions unwilling to see the Sacred Land successfully established. Inside the secluded stone cave where the Man in Black Robe resided, the atmosphere was exceptionally heavy. Under the flickering candlelight, Zhao Wuji and Qin Shuang gathered once more, their faces marked by a growing sense of anxiety and unease. The Man in Black Robe sat upright on a stone throne, his eyes half-closed as if he were listening to the slightest stirrers in the outer world or plotting an even more sinister scheme. "My Lord, the news of the Sacred Land's establishment has already spread throughout the East Continent. Most sects have expressed their support, but a few still harbor doubts and are even secretly conspiring to stir up trouble on the day of the establishment," Zhao Wuji reported in a low voice, a trace of subtle worry tinging his tone.