Steady as an Old Dog

Meanwhile, outside the plaza, disciples filed in one after another, finding seats that matched their status. Throughout the entire process, none of them dared so much as let out a fart.

In midair at the very center of the plaza, ten figures sat cross-legged. All ten were Dao Integration True Lords.

Beyond those ten figures stood another man with a smile on his face. He was Taichu.

Among the ten figures, three wore incomparably ugly expressions. Clearly, the three who had died had no shallow connection to them.

The extravagant voice transmission earlier had been the work of those three.

As the time drew near, Ye Lin finally arrived at the plaza. Just as he was heading toward the area for personal disciples, Taichu waved a hand, and Ye Lin was instantly moved to the side of the Seven Sequences, where he took a seat beside them.

"Taichu, you dare!"

At the sight, one of the ten figures sitting in midair roared furiously.

Taichu's intentions could not have been more obvious—he wanted to nominate his disciple as one of the Ten Sequences. Yet one of this man's Sequence disciples had only just died, and Taichu was already doing this.

It was truly killing the man and stabbing him in the heart besides.

"What? Your man is dead, and there is now an opening among the Ten Sequences. I believe my disciple is more than qualified in every respect to serve as a Sequence Disciple."

"Besides, you're all old fossils who've lived for millions of years. Don't take certain things so seriously."

Taichu paid no heed to the man's furious roar. He merely picked at his earwax in boredom.

Seeing Taichu act this way, the man could only suppress the fury in his heart. At present, there was nothing he could