Three days later.
Wang Ping entered the meeting hall of Nine Profound Mountain's Lower Court, offered incense to the two Saints, then took his seat and waited for the other True Lords to arrive.
Half an hour later, Zang Yi and Yue Xi of the Star God Alliance arrived first. After respectfully saluting Wang Ping, they took their seats. No sooner had they sat down than the six True Lords of the Demon Race appeared one after another.
Just as they settled in, Xuanqing, Bai Yan, Lieyang, and Tiangong arrived in succession. Yet after everyone had exchanged greetings, Di Wen was still nowhere to be seen. Lieyang was the first to rise and say, "Is Fellow Daoist Di Wen not planning to attend this meeting?"
Tiangong replied with a genial smile, "He has only just awakened, so he is sometimes not very sensitive to the passage of time."
Lieyang immediately sneered, "If that is the case, he should continue his Secluded Cultivation and adjust his condition. A True Lord whose cultivation cannot even sense the passage of time might as well keep sleeping."
That mouth of his had always been so unforgiving whenever he had the upper hand.
Tiangong understood Lieyang's temperament well and knew that continuing would only waste time, so he took out his Communication Token and directly asked Di Wen.
More than ten breaths later, he said, "Fellow Daoist Di Wen will be here shortly."
The moment Tiangong's words fell, Di Wen's figure appeared. He first bowed in salute to the statues of the two Saints in the hall, then frowned slightly at the seat reserved for him. He looked quite displeased, yet did not flare up on the spot. After sitting down, he offered no explanation for his lateness, as though arriving late were only natural.