A True Lord personally descending upon their Black Sea—this was earth-shaking news.
"True Lord, please wait. We will immediately report this to the Nine Envoys."
After speaking, one of the black-robed men turned to leave.
"Wait. I only came here to pick someone up. There's no need for this."
Taichu waved a hand, stopping the black-robed man who was about to depart.
Hearing the black-robed man's words, Ye Lin's heart tightened. The Nine Envoys? Reporting to the Nine Envoys meant that these nine envoys held status equal to Taichu's.
In other words, did the Black Sea have nine Dao Integration True Lords?
The number of True Lord-level combatants a faction possessed was an absolute secret. Any number revealed was merely what they wanted others to know.
And the fact that this black-robed man could say it so casually meant that the Black Sea had more than just nine Dao Integration True Lords—very likely far more.
No wonder the Black Sea was so extraordinary. With such terrifying foundations, even the Demon Race did not dare offend it lightly.
"I see. True Lord, please have a seat."
Hearing Taichu's words, the two men both let out a sigh of relief. So long as he was not here to cause trouble. A True Lord suddenly descending upon them had truly scared them.
After understanding Taichu's intentions, one of them took out a jade stool and placed it behind Taichu. Taichu sat down casually and waited in silence.
"You... aren't you—?"
Only then did the two turn their gazes toward Ye Lin. Upon seeing him, their faces filled with confusion.
Hadn't this fellow just gone inside? Wasn't he buying life-extending spirit medicine for an elder in his family? Why was he here?
Ye Lin, meanwhile, wore a broad smile as he lightly placed his