As Ghost Mask's words fell, everyone in the Demon Sect's eyes flickered, but there was no surprise. It was evident that they'd considered this before coming here, and they quietly watched the expressions of those from the Southern Border, trying to understand their thoughts.
The people of the Southern Border acted as if they hadn't heard.
Ghost Mask brought up the matter again:
"What does Elder Lanhe think?"
Elder Lanhe's expression finally changed. He raised his eyelids slightly, his gaze remaining indifferent.
Then, a cold laugh escaped Hei Yan's mouth. He slowly rose, and a mountain-like pressure instantly descended upon the room, with his energy, like a furnace, recklessly spattering around. This alone proved his remarkable expertise in the Flower of Essence, likely on par with the Buddhist Sect's Arhats.
"Do you Demon Sect folks take us of the Southern Border for fools? You even dare to plot against us!"
