Late at night, the Longevity Hall at the Longevity Sect's main headquarters was brightly lit within, while guards stood in dense ranks outside. Yet even the nearest guards remained a hundred meters away from the Longevity Hall.
Moreover, the entire Longevity Hall was shrouded in a faint azure curtain of light, as though facing a formidable enemy.
Only five people sat within the Longevity Hall, divided between host and guests.
Seated in the host's seat was naturally Yin Changsheng, the Longevity Sect Master. At this moment, Yin Changsheng's face glowed with health, bearing none of the miserable, skin-wrapped-skeleton appearance he had displayed several months ago.
The first seat among the guests naturally belonged to Yan Wuji, the Ninth Elder from Myriad Stars Tower. Yet Yan Wuji had completely lost his former composure.
His eyes were bloodshot and his face dark and gloomy. Clearly, the destruction of Myriad Stars Tower and the slaughter of every elite he had brought had placed enormous pressure upon him.
Further down sat Wu Mengshan, the Heavenly Net Sect Master, who possessed something of an immortal's bearing; at the lowest seat sat Yun Chongxiao, the Qingyun Fort Master, whose hair and beard were both crimson.
These men all sat upright, their expressions grave.
Yet the red-haired young man seated below Yin Changsheng—Pei Wei, the divine envoy from the upper realm invited by the Longevity Sect—appeared thoroughly indolent.
He reclined casually against a soft couch. Before him sat a jar of fine wine and several plates of exquisite dishes. A mouthful of wine, a bite of food—he ate with great delight.
If the matter had not been confidential, there would probably have been no lack of beautiful maidens attending him.
Even so, not one of the leaders of the three great powers present, Yan Wuji included, dared