"Father, what happened?"
"A Demon Nether Sect elder has graced this place with his presence."
"What?" Ma Tianming sprang to his feet, his face full of shock. The Demon Nether Sect was their suzerain; its strength went without saying, and compared to other sects, the Demon Nether Sect was also famed for its strict hierarchy.
Aside from the sect master and the two grand elders, who were Nascent Soul Cultivators, there were several hundred experts in the Core Condensation Realm alone.
And among those several hundred people, only nine had been granted the position of elder. The rest were no more than protectors, stewards...
It was said that to obtain the honor of being an elder, one not only had to meet the realm restriction of Late Core Condensation Realm, but also had to have rendered great merit for the sect.
Things were precious when rare, and official posts followed the same principle. In the vast Demon Nether Sect, there were only a mere nine elders; their authority could well be imagined.
Why had an esteemed elder graced this place with his presence? Though Old Man Ma was crafty as an old fox, he was still completely at a loss. Yet despite his bellyful of doubts, he naturally would not miss such a heaven-sent opportunity.
His daughter and that vixen of the Zhang Family were both the young master's beloved concubines. That backer had already become a mere decoration, of no use at all, but if he could cling to this elder who had inexplicably come visiting...
At this moment, Old Man Ma was like a man clutching a life-saving straw. His eyes were bloodshot as he slapped his thigh and abruptly stood up. "Tianming, go to the treasury and see how many spirit herbs and crystals are left. While