The three great direct disciples they spoke of had already arrived.
Blood Lord, who had come first, watched the scene below without so much as a furrow in his brow.
The monk was the same.
The direct disciple who arrived last also wore black-and-red robes, but he had neither face nor body.
Like a shadow, only those black-and-red robes stood suspended in midair.
"Welcome, three great direct disciples!"
The many demonic cultivator disciples had seen their share of the world, yet even with mental preparations, their bodies could not help trembling as they welcomed these direct disciples.
Fortunately, the three already knew what was happening outside when they arrived, so they had no intention of indulging in a hearty feast at this moment.
"Rise." Blood Lord cast a bored glance downward.
"Blood Lord, I thought you would not show yourself this time."
The last to arrive was Eastern Capital.
Blood Lord glanced at him. "Didn't you come out as well?"
The monk who had arrived in the middle narrowed his pair of bewitching pupils. "This little monk, No Buddha, greets the two Benefactors."
His manners were exactly those of a wandering monk, but the other two knew perfectly well what sort of thing he was.
Those who could enter the Demonic Path—where could there be anyone kind-hearted at the core?
"So you are the No Buddha who was brought into our sect last time."
Eastern Capital revealed no figure, and that faint sigh did not sound again. No Buddha no longer gave off that Buddhist chant, and the black flood dragon beneath Blood Lord seemed to have sunk into dead silence. The surroundings were utterly quiet.
If anyone said they trusted one another, they would be dead wrong.
The three stood in separate corners, forming a three-pronged formation.
Eastern Capital