The three Golden Core elders sat around the central sandalwood round table, each with different expressions, but all showing the same dissatisfaction in their eyes.
Cloud Sun Flame sat in the main seat, his face stern, with sword-like eyebrows and eyes sharp as an eagle.
As one of the few Golden Core Perfection cultivators in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, his words carry significant weight in the valley, second only to a few top Nascent Soul cultivators.
On his right sat Kong Wei, a burly middle-aged cultivator.
Across the table sat Zhao Ming, who appeared much more refined.
"This matter is unacceptable!"
Kong Wei's fist struck the sandalwood table heavily, producing a dull sound.
His voice was like thunder, angry and furious: "How can a mere outsider be qualified to exchange for the Demon Core?"
