Ling Tianyu took the teacup and nodded, then took a sip.
In the whole grand hall, there was only one person, Ling Tianyu, while the four hunchbacked elders had already left, evidently gone to report.
Ling Tianyu was not anxious; he simply sat and patiently waited. Although this was a place the Demon Race Ancestor had instructed him to come to, it was necessary to follow the rules. After all, he was not the Demon Race Ancestor himself, just his descendant, so he did not have that much face.
If his master came, it would certainly be different.
He only knew that his master's cultivation level was above the Vast Ancient Cultivation Level; the true cultivation level was always unknown, and it was definitely not the Primordial Cultivation Level—it had to be much higher.
An entire hour passed before someone finally entered.
The four hunchbacked elders followed a young man inside.