"Blood Slaughter, allow me to introduce you. One of the Nine Great Ancient Clans—the Fire Clan's Huo Ling'er."
The woman beside Ye Lin, dressed in a crimson gown, slowly extended her jade-white hand toward him and smiled lightly.
Ye Lin merely gave her a faint smile and said nothing.
With his mask on, Huo Ling'er could not discern Ye Lin's emotions at all.
The Nine Great Ancient Clans were the Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, Yuan, Li, Liu, and Zhao Clans.
Among them, the Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth Clans were the five great ancient clans native to the Northern Frontier. The rest had risen later, founded by beings who had come from beyond the Northern Frontier.
As time passed, this arrangement had ultimately taken shape.
An exceptionally peculiar arrangement.
"Aren't you being a little too cold?"
Seeing that Ye Lin had not even bothered to speak, Huo Ling'er could not help complaining.
Yet from beginning to end, Ye Lin paid no attention to these so-called Nine Kings.
Nine Kings? They were nothing more than frogs at the bottom of a well.
The nine of them had roughly the same aura. Even if all nine attacked together, they would not be Yun Xuan's match—they did not even possess half of Yun Xuan's strength.
Such weak cultivators dared call themselves kings?
They truly did not know how high the heavens were or how deep the earth was.
That was why Ye Lin had no interest in speaking with them at all.
His foremost goal now was to obtain the Seven-Colored Lotus, then leave this place.
As for the Seven-Colored Lotus, he would either win it at auction or seize it by force.
He had already scoped things out. Heavenly Capital City had no cultivators above the sixth level of the