Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, three days had passed.
The main hall at the former site of the Pill Dao Inspectorate had been roughly repaired by Jingwu Guard experts, with cattail mats arranged in neat rows across the hall.
At the seat of honor, Marquis Weiyuan sat in a python robe, while Tang Taixuan and Huo Jingchen, the two Jingwu Guard Vice Commanders, stood beside him with their hands lowered.
On either side below, the experts of Yan Kingdom's Six Great Supreme Sects had long since taken their seats.
Lu Yunsong and Chang Xin of the Taiyi Supreme Sect sat side by side, while Jiang Tuo sat below them.
Chu Xuanhe of the Ziyang Supreme Sect, Wang Ping of the Cloudwater Supreme Sect, and Ye Chao and Qi Bojun of the Xuantian Supreme Sect sat in succession, all possessing the cultivation of Fifth-Turn Grandmasters.
Chen Qing and Ke Tianzong sat on the Lingxiao Supreme Sect's side, having been the first to arrive.
Chen Qing wore a green robe, the Jingzhe Spear resting diagonally at his side.
Ke Tianzong sat upright beside Chen Qing.
The hall was silent. Everyone kept quiet in tacit understanding, waiting for the arrival of the remaining factions.
The silence was first broken by a steady set of footsteps from outside the hall.
The footsteps were neither hurried nor slow. At their head was Su Linyuan, the Que Sect's Protector Elder from Yun Kingdom.
Four Que Sect Grandmasters followed behind him. Two had reached the Fourth Turn, while the other two were already Third-Turn Grandmasters.
Forcing the Buddhist Kingdom to suffer a hidden loss and swallow its anger, the Que Sect's strength had never been mere empty talk.
Within these Ancient Kingdom Ruins, a dragon pool and tiger's lair, no faction dared