Taichu's Scolding

"This is the territory of the Demon Race. How did you two of the Human Race end up here? Could it be that our Human Race has already breached the Demon Race's domain?"

The True Lord sitting in the most prominent position spoke.

However, these three figures were all human cultivators; they were human in life, and even in death, they remained as human spirits.

"Seniors, apologies for the intrusion. Our Human Race has not breached the Demon Race's territory. We have come here specifically for the item beside you."

Seeing this, Ye Lin stepped forward, cupped his hands, and addressed the three True Lords.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the three True Lords darkened.

"Do you know what this treasure means to us? Take it away? Considering you are of the Human Race, I will not make things difficult for you. Leave; those things outside will not attack you."

"Do so before I change my mind."

Hearing this, Ye Lin immediately looked at Toutian, feeling quite troubled.

They had never expected these three True Lords to be sitting right beside the Compass. To snatch away the very thing they relied on for survival right under the noses of True Lords—tsk, no one would ever agree to that.

"Seniors, this item is a vital treasure of my Heavenly Secret Pavilion. I have a great need for it, and I hope you will grant it to me. Furthermore, if the three seniors agree, I can produce treasures to nourish your spirits and bring you back to our Human Race's territory to reshape your physical bodies."

Toutian gritted his teeth and spoke, cupping his hands while bearing the immense pressure.

Under the gaze of the three True Lords, Toutian was drenched in cold sweat. The oppressive aura of a True Lord