The hall fell completely silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
The elders who had been arguing turned their heads.
Eyes from every corner converged on the newcomer.
Hei Yao stood there unperturbed.
He did not cower just because, in their estimation, he was a spiritual cultivator who ranked below even a scattered immortal among them.
An elder stroked his beard and asked, “Who are you? We elders are discussing matters. Since when do vermin like you get to open your mouth?”
Hei Yao smiled. “I already introduced myself before. Elder, have you already forgotten?”
Another elder sneered, “Hei Yao the envoy has only been in the Immortal Realm for a dozen years. A dozen years in the Immortal Realm is but the blink of an eye. There are many things you, as Hei Yao, might not understand. Best for you to watch and learn, else you’ll bungle things and become a laughingstock.”
Hei Yao shook his head slowly. “My appointment as envoy was made by Lord Heavenly Dao himself. I was sent here specifically to deal with that Wang Jixuan.”
He folded his hands behind his back and walked leisurely out from the corner.
The elders and old women standing ahead stepped aside.
Several middling scholars and generals cast impatient looks.
The Dark Sect did not like power struggles.