As soon as he sat down, Ye Lin noticed that there were only nine seats in the first row.
As his thoughts turned, Ye Lin had already guessed the reason for these seats.
These nine seats were probably reserved for the nine great ancient clans.
After all, as the local tyrants of the Northern Frontier, the Heaven and Earth Trading House had to give the nine great ancient clans sufficient face no matter what.
At the entrance, living beings filed in one after another, consciously finding their places. The strong sat in front, the weak sat behind; everyone was fairly self-aware.
However, upon seeing Ye Lin at the very front, each of them revealed a strange expression.
"Gasp, who's that guy? He's got some nerve. Who doesn't know these nine seats are reserved for the Nine Kings? The Nine Kings aren't even here yet, and he dares to sit there?"
"Tsk tsk, no idea. Let's just sit properly for now. There'll be a good show later—we can sit back and watch."
"He even dares to take the Nine Kings' seats without permission. He really doesn't know the difference between life and death."
After seeing Ye Lin's back at the front, the living beings began whispering among themselves.
Though they were far away and their voices were low, how could Ye Lin possibly fail to hear them?
Even when he heard them, Ye Lin merely smiled and let it pass.
To him, these people were nothing but ants. There was no need for him to lower himself to argue with ants.
Just as Ye Lin sat there steadily, a woman in a red dress hurried over to his side, her face full of anxiety as she looked at him.
"What are you doing sitting here? Hurry up and move to the