"Dao Venerable Lin Tian? And... the Witch Clan's Ancestral Witches!"
"Why are they here? Didn't Your Majesty Di Jun..."
"Now this will be interesting..."
A wave of suppressed gasps and whispers immediately rose within the hall, and every guest's gaze focused on these uninvited visitors.
Everyone in the Primordial Wilderness knew that Di Jun had not sent anyone to invite Dao Venerable Lin Tian and the others.
For them to come here directly this time, could it be...
Di Jun's expression instantly darkened, his clenched fists turning white at the knuckles as he nearly lost control of the True Sun Fire.
As if he did not sense the strange atmosphere at all, Lin Tian gave Hongjun, seated at the head, a slight nod and smiled. "Fellow Daoist Hongjun, I presume that's the Red Embroidered Ball in your hand, the one that will establish the Heavenly Marriage? Tsk, tsk. Now that I look at it, it really seems quite ordinary!"
His tone was relaxed, as though he truly were a friend who had come to offer congratulations.
Before Hongjun could answer, Ancestral Witch Di Jiang stepped forward. His voice boomed like a great bell, carrying undisguised mockery. "What? Is this how the mighty Demon Race treats its guests? Distinguished visitors have come to your door, yet you cannot even bear to arrange seats for them? Is this the Demon Race's way of receiving guests?"
Di Jun's chest heaved violently, his fury nearly breaking through his reason.
Yet before nearly all the foremost mighty experts of the Primordial Wilderness, if he lost his composure, what would become of the Heavenly Court's dignity?
He forcibly suppressed his killing intent and squeezed out the words through clenched teeth. "...A visitor is a guest! Bai Ze, arrange seats!"
Demon God Bai Ze hurriedly acknowledged the