When Qiu Changtian spoke up, everyone finally lost their composure.
"Is this a threat?" another Demon Cult Venerable asked darkly.
"No, this is a reminder," Qiu Changtian said calmly, "in regards to 'not letting the opposing side guess the identity of the chosen one,' our interests align."
"For the sake of our shared interests, we can even temporarily cease hostilities and cooperate. If we set this aside, there is nothing left to discuss."
Finally, silence fell upon the room as everyone began to ponder the implications of his words.
After a while, Venerable Moyan slowly said:
"I am not the chosen one."
"Neither am I," said the Demon Cult Venerable beside him.
"Hehe," a cultivator from Shushan, Venerable Miaodan, suddenly laughed, "I'm not either... It seems the chosen one is among you Kunlun folks."
Her laughter was filled with sarcasm, causing Xu Yinglian to frown. Just as she was about to speak, a brash voice came from outside:
