"Master, this King of Reincarnation is far too arrogant and overbearing. With all the seniors here today, why not seize this chance..." A man with a scar across his face bowed respectfully to an Old Antique, then sinisterly drew a finger across his throat.
"Indeed, Sect Master. Our Ancient Sects are the true orthodoxy. What does the Netherworld amount to? With King Chen dead, all we need to do is kill Reincarnation. That Mountain God presumably won't fight us to the death either. Then we can roam the vast Nine Provinces without restraint!"
Another vicious-looking man spoke up.
Quite a few others nearby voiced their agreement.
They were all Unusual Persons with sordid pasts who had been hunted down by the Nine Provinces, driven overseas, and barred from returning for life. Some were still on the Netherworld's wanted list.
Their considerable talent had allowed them to join the Ancient Sects, transforming them from the sewer rats they had once been into lofty kings.
But at a gathering of this magnitude, they were still only qualified to offer suggestions and whisper into the ears of their sect elders. They had no say in the decisions.
For these people, their greatest fear, day and night, had once been neither Weird Objects nor Restricted Zones, but the King of Reincarnation, who might appear at any moment, suspended high in the sky with a keen sword in hand and a camera on his shoulder, livestreaming as he came to claim their lives.
With such a fine opportunity before them, they naturally did everything they could to bring about the King of Reincarnation's death.
After all, only then could they return to the Nine Provinces in glory as kings and disciples of the Ancient Sects, washing away all their past fear and humiliation.
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