"Saint Elder!"
Lin Bai, seated on the Stone Throne, looked up. A breeze stirred through the hall, and a figure came riding on the wind, appearing out of thin air inside the great hall.
The man looked like an old man as well, but he was exceptionally tall, standing over two meters, while also being unnaturally thin—like a bamboo pole draped in a loose white robe.
He was dressed in white from head to toe, with white hair, and immortal aura swirling around him.
If this had not been the headquarters of the infamous Nine Underworlds Demon Palace in the Devil Realm Eastern Region, Lin Bai would have thought the old man before him was the patriarch of some secluded sect that had withdrawn from the world.
"Heh heh."
After appearing, the Saint Elder looked at Lin Bai with a kind smile and cupped his hands in a slight salute. "Young Friend Lin Bai, this old man is Luo Yuanjing. I have the honor of serving as the Saint Elder of the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace's Council of Elders!"
Lin Bai instinctively tried to rise and return the salute, but the instant his bottom moved, the Stone Throne pulled him back down. He could only remain seated and cup his hands. "Junior Lin Bai greets Senior."
"Please calm your anger, Senior. This junior is unable to rise and pay his respects."
As Lin Bai returned the salute, he secretly discovered that the Stone Throne had once again begun uncontrollably drawing in his Devouring Power. At the same time, it was faintly radiating malice toward the Saint Elder.
Realizing that something was wrong, Lin Bai immediately controlled the Devouring Power within his body, preventing the Stone Throne from continuing to absorb it.
The old man before him was the Saint Elder