The Wise Sovereign coughed twice, pulling everyone’s thoughts back, and continued to answer Vay’s question: "As for the matter about those Demon God believers you mentioned, they... they should still be around."
The Wise Sovereign’s expression became somewhat serious at this point.
"Since Adanis has tasted the sweetness of pretending to be a Demon God, do you think she will stop now?" The Wise Sovereign asked everyone but didn’t give them a chance to respond, instead stating directly: "No, she won’t. Even if the Demon God believers of the past have mostly perished, as Adanis’s power continues to grow, she has already broken through the shackles of the Underground Aqueduct. Through the Mirror Domain, she can now connect with the outside world."
"As long as there’s a mirror existing externally, she can continue to pretend to be the Demon God to deceive, encourage, and cultivate followers."
"Even if these Demon God believers won’t be as crazily trusting of Adanis as the first batch of believers, whose memories were washed away by the Sea of Void Mirror, the subtle influence and long-term brainwashing will always give rise to devout believers."
"Where are they? I don’t know."
"What does Adanis aim to do by cultivating them? I can guess some things, but that’s not necessarily accurate."
The Wise Sovereign: "Perhaps the true answer is something I still need you all to provide to me."
The Wise Sovereign cannot ask Adanis, nor is it certain that Adanis would respond to him. Thus, Angel and the others became the hope of the Wise Sovereign.
Currently, Angel and the others’ stance is definitively opposed to Adanis, continuing their hostility, which might even cause Adanis to summon those Demon God believers to obstruct them without Angel and the others having to ask deliberately.
This is why the Wise Sovereign mentioned that he may need Angel and the others to provide him with an answer.
After hearing the Wise Sovereign’s reply, everyone realized they needed to reassess Vay’s question. Previously, they thought the question was meaningless, something from ten thousand years ago. But the Wise Sovereign clearly said that Adanis is still cultivating her forces, making Vay’s question not a useless inquiry but one that needs serious attention.
However, while it warrants attention, it doesn’t require too much worry.
If Adanis dares to continue pretending to be a Demon God to deceive followers, this matter can be reported to the Extreme Sect. With the Extreme Sect’s style, any trace from so-called Demon God believers will trigger a swift and comprehensive attack until they can’t recover.
"Do you have any more questions..." The Wise Sovereign’s words paused midway, suddenly: "If you wish to pose questions, you might need to pause for now; the person knowledgeable about the inner workings of Qingkong Poetry Room has arrived."
After speaking, the Wise Sovereign patted his lapel, shifted from relaxing back into the soft sofa to sitting upright, transforming his lazy expression into a serious one.
As the Wise Sovereign "renewed" himself, a slightly naïve and childish voice echoed in the room.
"Sovereign! Lord Sovereign, I’m here!"
Calling "Lord Sovereign" twice, the first time sounded distant and far away, but the next call was much closer to everyone.
Even without further information, the tone gave away a hint of coquettishness.
Like the attachment a younger generation might have towards their elders.
"What are you yelling for? Haven’t I told you many times not to rush in without knocking; learn to knock before entering. Also, try to speak like your two brothers, instead of always being so startled."
The Wise Sovereign said this sternly, with a stern face, clad in authority; contrary to his previous lazy, drowsy demeanor.
Evidently, when confronting this intruder, the Wise Sovereign played the role of an elder, even a stern father.
However, the newcomer completely ignored the Wise Sovereign’s words, still clamoring: "Why are they here? Lord Sovereign, Lord Sovereign, they are the ones I mentioned earlier, those outsiders, not the outsiders from the Merchant Organization!"
The Wise Sovereign: "...I know, you don’t need to repeat."
"But..."
"But nothing," said the Wise Sovereign. "Quiet now, and later I’ll explain to you, or you can ask your second or eldest brother later." This time, the Wise Sovereign showed his stern side, forcing the newcomer to reluctantly keep quiet.
Those present watched this scene unfold, temporarily ignoring the content of their dialogue, instead growing curious about the newcomer’s form and identity.
In the enclosed room, the newcomer didn’t knock but directly entered, moreover making a sound but without showing their form.
The group, filled with doubt, gazed toward the source of the voice.
The source emerged in the end at a place very close to them, almost within reach.
Right on the table in front of them.
The table, originally laden with food, had all disappeared including the plate, leaving only a solitary cup.
At first glance, the cup looked ordinary, filled to the brim with water, but upon closer inspection, there were oddities. The cup, typically about half a foot high, should easily reveal its bottom, however, it now seemed as deep and dark as an unfathomable Abyss of Shadow.
Previously, the source of the voice disappeared into the cup.
"The smell is... Cyclops Family." The Black Earl murmured.
Did someone from the Cyclops Family arrive? With a bit of thinking, everyone quickly guessed the newcomer’s identity.
The Cyclops Family member present could be none other than Big Treasure, Second Treasure, or Little Treasure, with You Nu also counted. Having met Big Treasure, Second Treasure, and You Nu face-to-face before, there was no doubt that the visitor now was the only one not encountered in a true sense, the Cyclops Little Treasure.
As the Black Earl’s words fell, the surface of the water cup where ripples danced revealed a face.
The face wasn’t realistic, dominated by a large cyclopean eye occupying half the space, with remaining parts consisting of small mouth, small ears, and a tiny nose. Particularly the nose, which was nothing more than a tiny dark hole.
It bore a resemblance to children’s art.
Not scary at all, rather somewhat endearing.
"Hey, hey, outsider, state your intentions, or my brother will swallow you all!"
Freshly rebuffed by the Wise Sovereign, the Cyclops Little Treasure turned directly towards Angel and his group, although targeting the wrong person. His cyclopean eye glared at... Black Earl.
Cyclops Little Treasure spoke only a few words before being categorized by the Black Earl as a brat. Faced with the brat’s insolent questions, Black Earl didn’t even bother to respond.
Even though Black Earl remained silent, Dox found the Cyclops Little Treasure quite interesting.
"So you’re Cyclops Little Treasure?" Dox asked with a smile, leaning in.
Cyclops Little Treasure looked at Dox warily, not answering but posing a question in return: "Who are you?"
Dox replied: "Who I am doesn’t matter to you, does it?"