Inside the great hall, Thunder Venerable, Yellow Springs Venerable, and Sword Venerable had plenty to say.
More than half of it consisted of subtly slipped-in praise about how Yao Lao still possessed his old splendor, or how Xiao Yan's heaven-defying talent gave him the potential to become a Dou Di.
The rest consisted of overt and veiled declarations that they were willing to bow low and play a lesser role, seeking a powerful patron to cling to.
Of course, none of the three had come empty-handed. Each had brought some local specialties.
They included all manner of exceptionally precious heavenly treasures, weapons, and magic cores.
Thunder Venerable even took out the Three Thousand Lightning Illusory Body outright, stunning both Yellow Springs Venerable and Sword Venerable.
When it came to boldness, old Thunder really took the crown!
He had given away the very foundation of the Wind Lightning Pavilion just like that!
Venerable Feng secretly reveled in their behavior, and Yao Lao found it immensely gratifying as well.
"Haha, friends have come from afar! Please, take the seats of honor!"
The three venerables exchanged smiles at this.
See? Just like that, we've grown closer!
Just as their conversation was flowing merrily, Xiao Yan suddenly raised his brows and gazed off in one direction.
Noticing his unusual reaction, Yao Lao asked, "Little Yanzi, has something happened?"
At those words, the conversation in the hall stopped, and everyone turned their attention to the master and disciple.
Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled. "Nothing particularly unusual. We simply have some new visitors."
Hearing this, Yao Lao's gaze sharpened.
From that tone, they must be enemies, not friends!
Yet when he released his spiritual power, he sensed nothing out of the ordinary.
Clearly, Xiao Yan's spiritual power had already surpassed his completely-and