"That person is an old acquaintance I haven't seen in years. I was just surprised to see him suddenly," Dong Xuan'er replied calmly, although her expression was somewhat peculiar.
"An old acquaintance? That person is at the early Nascent Soul stage and can attend today's meeting. He looks so young, he must be the newly famous elder of the Falling Cloud Sect. If I recall correctly, his surname is Han, and his name matches the one you mentioned before. Could it really be him?" Yunluo Old Demon, noticing Dong Xuan'er's stiff response, did not get angry but asked nonchalantly. Their relationship seemed quite unusual.
Dong Xuan'er's face turned slightly pale upon hearing this, but she remained silent.
Yunluo Old Demon snorted coldly and didn't pursue the matter further, but a trace of gloom flickered across his brows.
When the Old Demon arrived at the hall entrance with Dong Xuan'er, the guarding Core Formation cultivators were trembling with fear. After only asking a couple of questions, they quickly let them pass. Of course, Dong Xuan'er could not enter and was led to a side hall to rest.
As Han Li entered the main hall, he soon saw the entrance to the central area and quickened his pace to enter.
The hall was simply furnished. Apart from a few large stone pillars, the middle of the hall was mostly empty, with about sixteen or seventeen exquisite wooden chairs placed at intervals of several feet.
Seven or eight cultivators of various demeanors were seated sparsely on these chairs.
As Han Li entered, some gave him a cold glance, others ignored him, and some meditated with closed eyes, each behaving as if they were alone.
However, one person greeted Han Li with a friendly smile and beckoned him over, saying:
"Daoist Han, you've come out of seclusion. If you don't mind, you can sit next to me."
This person was none other than Long Han, the head of the Luoming Sect and a prominent figure in the Tian Dao Alliance.
"Thank you, Brother Long!"
Han Li did not decline and sat down next to Long Han. After briefly surveying the other attendees, he sat quietly without speaking.
Moments later, Yunluo Old Demon's figure also appeared at the entrance.
Seeing the people inside the hall, he chuckled and walked confidently to an empty chair, sitting down grandly.
Nearby, an elderly man in a blue robe was holding a green jug in one hand and a white jade cup in the other, sipping and pouring for himself as if no one else was around.
As Yunluo Old Demon sat down, a waft of perfume immediately reached the elderly man, who glanced at the Old Demon with annoyance but said nothing.
The Old Demon paid no mind to the elder's displeasure. After scanning the room, his gaze fell on Han Li, whom he began to scrutinize with interest.
This made Han Li rather uncomfortable. He furrowed his brows, then closed his eyes gently, maintaining a calm expression but pondering the relationship between the Old Demon and Dong Xuan'er.
After being abducted by the Hehuan Sect's young master, Dong Xuan'er had joined the demonic sect. Although Yunluo Old Demon was notorious, he shouldn't have targeted his own sect's disciples. They must have another kind of relationship; otherwise, the Old Demon wouldn't have brought Dong Xuan'er to this meeting.
As Han Li was puzzling over this, people continued to enter the hall.
These newcomers were all mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators. Some were familiar with the earlier arrivals, while others had unresolved grudges, resulting in a mix of greetings and sarcastic remarks echoing through the hall.
