Several days later, on Golden Scale Island in the Golden Scale Archipelago, in the Rihai Sea Region of the Gouwu Sea.
After a year, Golden Scale Hall opened once more.
The luminous pearls inside the hall remained unchanged, their soft radiance flowing across the seven red sandalwood chairs in alternating light and shadow.
In fact, there should have been eight chairs.
The spot at the far left, originally belonging to Mystic Yin Island, now stood empty.
Everyone knew Mystic Yin Island was effectively gone-True Lord Jiyin's life tablet had shattered, and its remaining forces had announced their entry into the Cangming Army. It had been struck from the Upper Eight Cave Spirit Islands.
Still, this was a blessing amid misfortune. At least most of the sect's territory had been preserved.
"Ahem."
The deputy tower lord of Guixu Sea Tower coughed lightly and spoke first. "Everyone, now that Mystic Yin Island is out, surely we should settle the matter of the eighth seat?"
His Daoist title was True Lord Dingxu, and his cultivation was at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage. He had a pointed mouth and ape-like cheeks, with keen light flickering in his triangular eyes. He was the junior brother of Sea-Calming True Lord, the tower lord.
"Settle it?" Yinji reclined sideways in her chair, her figure faintly visible beneath thin gauze. Her complexion had improved considerably lately. She had also tossed several male favorites to her disciples to be drained dry through dual cultivation; they no longer caught her eye.
She glanced at True Lord Dingxu. "Why the hurry, Fellow Daoist from Guixu? Naturally, we'll discuss the eighth seat today. But before that-I hear the waters west of Jiaogu Island haven't been peaceful lately?"
Her gaze turned toward Jiaogu Island's representative.
He was a withered, gaunt old man