One Black Flame Lord after another had been invited. Including those on good terms with Balldias, there were six in total.
One was a High Lord, two were middle-ranked, and three were lower-ranked.
In truth, for Black Flames, so long as they had not broken through to Monarch, the other ranks were not all that different in essence.
Because no one could truly kill anyone else.
Unless someone was willing to hunt a Black Flame forever and ever, the Black Flame they killed would soon recover and come seeking revenge.
Of course, the Eighty-Eight Black Flames were not a monolithic slab of iron.
Since they possessed such troublesome regenerative abilities, it also meant that once relations truly turned hostile, offending a Black Flame meant eternal enmity.
You might not be able to kill me, but I could humiliate you.
The greatest disputes between Black Flame Lords were, in fact, still about saving face.
At that moment, within the palace, Balldias felt the flesh-and-blood strength within his body continuing to rise in an endless stream. His heart grew ever more delighted and exhilarated.
He could hardly wait to share his secret with his friends.
At the same time, he was quite curious about Wei He's methods. Perhaps he could obtain some useful information from these friends.
That way, he could also fulfill the agreement Wei He had previously made with him: gather more Black Flame Lords.
Very soon, the group of Black Flame Lords took their seats.
"Balldias, you said you discovered the secret behind Ghost Person's rapid advancement?" The first to speak was a burly, black-furred man with three pig heads.
The black fur covering his body resembled steel needles, and wisps of black smoke drifted around him from time to time.
His name was Cassibed, the only High Black