"An Honored Guest Minister of the Holy Sect, a Foundation Establishment Great Demon—Ling Master!"
Among the Outer Mansion Disciples, there were some who were well-informed. Upon seeing the powerfully imposing, black-robed man with his distinct brows, they immediately recognized his origins.
"So... he's just an Honored Guest Minister of the Holy Sect..." Upon hearing this, disciples like Shen Fan, who had backers in the Inner Mansion, had a flicker of barely perceptible contempt and understanding in their eyes.
Others might be clueless, but they knew the inside story.
The so-called "Honored Guest Minister" title was merely the last shred of dignity the Holy Sect afforded to these Great Demons who had been captured alive and reduced to servitude.
After all, excessively demeaning the Foundation Establishment Realm would make the Masters lose face as well.
Ling Master's eyes—sharp as a hawk's, long, narrow, and slightly upturned—indifferently swept over the dense crowd below.
