Although this was a mine, there were also cultivation chambers. After all, the nine elders would rotate constantly to stand guard here.
He went straight into the chamber built for the nine elders and descended directly into the Blood Stone Mine vein.
Not long after he settled down, a burst of hurried footsteps sounded. A figure rushed in—it was an elderly man with white hair and beard. He was not excessively servile, but carried a restrained courtesy.
His cultivation was also exceptionally high. Ye Xiwen saw at a glance that this old man was at the Po Wang Realm Eighth Level. Under ordinary circumstances, he was more than capable of holding the fort.
"Greetings, Ninth Elder!" He stepped forward and cupped his hands. He was considered an old-timer, with a history even longer than that of most elders, and the many elders all treated him with considerable courtesy.
Because he had always remained at the Blood Stone Mine, and everything here depended on him to handle.
There were quite a few Po Wang Realm Eighth Level experts like him, but without some extraordinary opportunity, they would likely never step into the Po Wang Realm Ninth Level in their entire lives and reach the Peak Myth Realm.
That was why they were willing to serve as subordinates in exchange for cultivation resources. Otherwise, so long as there was even a sliver of hope, none of these overlords would be willing to live under another's roof. It was merely that one had no choice but to bow one's head under another's eaves.
"Please, sit." Ye Xiwen did not put on airs and spoke directly.
The old man looked at him in surprise. He seemed puzzled that Ye Xiwen, merely at the Po Wang Realm Seventh Level, could actually become the Ninth Elder.