The security measures everywhere had been directly elevated.
It wasn't mainly to guard against enemy invasions but to prevent the careless disciples of the Yinsha Sect from barging in, accidentally offending the honored guests, and provoking the great figures from the Real Demon Palace.
At this moment,
in the main hall used for receiving guests, two men were already seated.
One of them appeared to be a young man, wearing black imperial robes embroidered with mysterious patterns in gold at the cuffs, exuding a noble yet imposing aura.
His posture was quite casual, yet he naturally radiated an unmatched dominance, with a very strong presence.
The other was a decrepit middle-aged man, his face etched with the vicissitudes of life and temples slightly graying, looking very down and out.
The aura of the two was extremely restrained; on the surface, one could not tell the level of their cultivation bases.