The Eight Directions Hall was built entirely from a special kind of rock native to the Burial God Star Sea. Because it had been constructed so long ago, every corner exuded an ancient, rustic air.
Seated in the place of honor was a dignified and luxuriously dressed middle-aged man. He was one of Hidden City's highly placed presiding elders, with profoundly deep cultivation. Before Ye Xiwen had come to Hidden City, the Flame Lord had also briefed him on certain matters and relationships within the city.
After all, the Flame Lord oversaw many affairs in the Transformation God Abyss and Blood Prison, while Hidden City was not under his jurisdiction. In other words, it was not his own turf. Even though it was likewise Hidden Valley territory, he could not act too recklessly.
Besides Elder Gong, there was also a woman. She wore pale blue cloud-patterned robes and gave off a tranquil air, yet there was also a trace of pride and unquestionable authority between her brows.
This woman had concealed herself deeply, but she could not escape Ye Xiwen's gaze. She was another terrifying deity with profound power.
Several men and women followed behind her, some old, some young, male and female alike.
The elders appeared to be something like this woman's servants. As for those young men and women, Ye Xiwen guessed that they were likely outstanding disciples of the Sacred Spirit Aristocratic Family, or perhaps the woman's followers, much as Sheng Wufa had quite a few followers around him.
Or perhaps they were both.
Ye Xiwen walked inside and immediately noticed that everyone's gazes had turned toward him. In particular, the Sacred Spirit Aristocratic Family members looked at him with considerable hostility.
Especially the woman—her gaze locked tightly onto Ye Xiwen, as if she wished to see