Yuan Tiansuan took his seat.
Though he was a junior, he had come representing the entire Yuan Family, so naturally he had a seat, and a very high-ranking one at that.
In fact, the Yamas all respected the Yuan Family greatly. Otherwise, if experts of their caliber were spied upon, they would inevitably come to blows, even if the other party had done so unintentionally.
Everyone knew how much the Yuan Family had sacrificed for the Nine Provinces. Their entire clan was confined to a remote corner, with the prosperity of the secular world having nothing to do with them. Yet to protect the everyday life of this human world, generation after generation endured hardship, bore disasters and tribulations, and never complained.
Soon, two more figures arrived.
The first held an earthenware jar in one hand. It had no lid, and its interior was pitch-black, with all sorts of sounds coming from within now and then.
Strangely, whenever the howl of a gale sounded from the jar, some people felt unsteady on their feet, as though they were about to be blown away.
When muffled thunder rumbled from it, the Netherworld Messengers felt all the ghosts inside them trembling.
It was as though a rolling heavenly tribulation would descend the next moment.
The other was a fat middle-aged man, glittering with jewels. The things hanging from his clothes left the assembled experts practically dumbstruck and nearly drooling.
They were all precious magical artifacts and treasures!
"It's King Biancheng!"
"Is that the legendary Ghost-Sound Great Prison Jar? I heard it contains the voices of 999 powerful ghost creatures, and its abilities are incredibly bizarre!"
"Treasure-Gathering Daoist is here too. He's far too wealthy. Even knowing he's a King, those things on him still make my mouth water..."
"Greetings, Sect Leader!"
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