Ximen Li was right beside him anyway.
And after that battle, Qin Shaofeng had quite a few things he wanted to say. Being able to sit in this seemingly leading position was not necessarily a bad thing for him.
Having thought it through, he sat down with a clear conscience.
Only after taking the seat that belonged to Ximen Li did he look toward everyone present.
Among those from the Chasing Stars Sect, only he, Sect Master Ximen Li, and Old Ancestor Ximen Yaoyang were qualified to sit here.
In comparison, the Seven Stars Sect had quite a few people present.
Starting with Old Ghost Chen Xing, seated to his left were his wife Ling Yu, followed by Zhao Ziyu and the seven great elders.
Yet seven people were seated at his right as well.
The three old ancestors who had participated in the previous battle were all seated at the very end. Even Old Man Tian Ling was merely seated third.
Counting upward, the second seat belonged to a white-haired old woman who appeared to have reached the age of one hundred.
Of course, that was merely how she appeared at first glance. She was certainly over a hundred years old; even the twin celebrations of seventy and one hundred forty—the very pinnacle of terms for an ordinary person's lifespan—could not possibly explain her age.
Her cultivation was surely at the Ninth-tier Saint Star Position as well.
The person seated at Old Ghost Chen Xing's right was even more eye-catching.
This person was likely no younger than that old woman, yet despite a face covered in wrinkles, the flesh of his skin was as tender as a baby's.
That went beyond Qin Shaofeng's understanding.
Especially his pair of white eyebrows, which were more than two feet long.
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