Its words rang out with iron force, convincing all who heard them.
The words "Nine Sons of the Endless Sea" echoed through the hall. Confusion spread across the faces of many Human Race cultivators and demons.
Some reacted more strongly, turning to murmur with their companions.
Soon, whispers filled the lavish hall that had been fairly quiet moments before.
As they spoke in low voices, they frowned and searched their memories.
To demons with their long lifespans, a hundred thousand years passed in the snap of a finger.
Even so, they had little recollection of the faction whose name had once resounded across the entire Endless Sea.
The person the Nine Sons of the Endless Sea had provoked was simply too terrifying. After that incident,
not only had the Nine Sons vanished from view, but the entire Southern Endless Sea had seemed to disappear without a sound, sinking completely into obscurity.
Thus, although most of the cultivators and demons present knew the Southern Endless Sea still existed, few could say much about its circumstances.
Nor was anyone willing to bring up the Nine Sons of the Endless Sea unprompted.
What had happened back then involved forces far beyond them. Merely mentioning those four words today might somehow drag them into matters they wanted no part of.
To be safe, it was best to ask as little as possible about the Nine Sons of the Endless Sea.
The Black-Faced Burly Man, however, seemed oblivious to the subtle shift below the dais and carried on speaking.
"But the First Princess's birthday is coming up. Talking about bloodshed at her birthday feast wouldn't be quite right."
"Besides, with the Eldest Prince leading the Northern Endless Sea's finest troops into the fray, the rest is only a matter of time!"
As the Black-Faced Burly