It was just as Lin Bai was hosting the patriarchs behind the Second Divine Hall, Third Divine Hall, Fourth Divine Hall, Hu Family, Seventh Divine Hall, and Ninth Divine Hall.
At the same time, in another mountain forest, several simple, unadorned bamboo houses had been built amid a dense bamboo grove.
But one must not underestimate these bamboo houses.
The bamboo grove appeared simple and unassuming, and the bamboo houses were plain-looking as well, but this place was, in truth, the secluded residence of Elder Shi Renshan, currently one of the most powerful figures in the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace.
Normally, aside from First God Child Yan Congjiao and the senior elders of the Shi Family, other martial artists did not even have the qualifications to enter this place.
Yet today, several martial artists had arrived outside the bamboo grove at almost the same time. They gathered together and entered the grove.
From a distance, they could see an old man sitting cross-legged on a meditation cushion amid the bamboo leaves dancing in the breeze. He was brewing a pot of fragrant tea in front of the bamboo house.
Seeing this, the martial artists inhaled deeply in exasperation and strode over angrily:
"Elder Shi Renshan, what time is it now? How can you still be in the mood to drink tea here?"
The martial artists entered the pavilion and could not help asking this.
Inside the pavilion, Shi Renshan, seated on a meditation cushion, poured himself a cup of tea. Then he looked up at the sky and replied casually:
"What time is it now?"
"Isn't it just past the Hour of the Dragon?"
"What? After cultivating for so many years, Elders Xiang Dinghan and Duan Hui can't even read the sky anymore?"
The martial artists who had come to