Gurgle, gurgle—
The private room on the second floor was silent, save for the bubbling hotpot.
Yuwen Cuojin and Situ Ding studied the three people across from them, thoughtful expressions on their faces as they struggled to gauge the situation.
The one at the head of the group should have been Immortal Black Soil. His depths were impossible to discern.
But the two beside him were clearly only in the External Scene Realm.
The Fifth Realm would have made them pillars of any major sect, but with powerful figures from every side gathered at Clear Abyss Sect for the ceremony, they seemed rather unimpressive. Besides... they did not match Luo Yexian's description of Immortal Black Soil...
"By the way, where is Luo Yexian?"
Situ Ding sent a voice transmission to Yuwen Cuojin.
"...He's playing mahjong."
Yuwen Cuojin's mouth twitched.
Luo Yexian had shouted outside earlier, and who would have guessed it—he had actually found mahjong partners. He was already downstairs playing, having completely forgotten his duties.
He was the one who had dealt with Immortal Black Soil the most. Now that their intermediary was absent, weren't the two of them left sitting on pins and needles?
That worthless bastard. If he were not the Holy Son's maternal uncle, then surely...
"I am Situ Ding. Greetings, Immortal. May I ask the honored names of the two by your side?"
Situ Ding clasped his hands and spoke first.
Elder Xue stood with his hands behind his back, saying nothing.
Elder Qian said nothing either, merely devouring the hotpot, wholly immersed in it.
Before coming here, Li Mo had told them that the more they spoke, the more likely they were to make mistakes. They had no experience dealing with people from the Demon Summoning Cult, so they were to leave everything to