As Yang Qi looked at Mount Sumeru, the former dwelling place of August Patriarch Mammoth Heaven, a voice reached his ears. 

“Young Master, I've been waiting here for you for some time.”

Looking up to the palace at the peak of the mountain, he saw Yan Wubing.

“Yan Wubing, you’ve reached the Demi-Immortal level!” Yang Qi said. “Congratulations!”

Yan Wubing bowed at the waist. “Compared to you, Young Master, I'm like nothing. News has already spread of your deeds in the Titan Emperor Collegium. An edict came down appointing the Holy Mother as the leader of the Hanging Mountain, and the August Patriarch was summoned to the collegium to be a student. Apparently he’s not fit to lead the Demonfolk anymore. Young Master, you’re virtually invincible in the Titan Emperor Collegium! You slaughtered elder kings and nearly destroyed the Hall of Beheadings and Executions. Everyone was shocked by the stories. In fact, many of the societies brought gifts to the Hanging Mountain because of you.”

“I heard...