The devil world,
In a dilapidated mansion, a middle-aged man was sitting on a throne made from bones. Infront of him, there were six peoples standing in two rows where three of them were sitting in each row. Due to the darkness, their faces could not be seen. Only their strong energy could be felt.
"Did you'll finish gathering the intels of all the middle-grade sects?" A hoarse voice came out from the middle-aged man.
"Yes, Emperor." All of them bowed and replied in unison.
"So, anything new?" The middle-aged man asked.
"Everything is the same as before. However, there are three new disciples who have managed to reach the Nascent Soul Stage." One of them replied.
"Oh! It looks like there's nothing to worry about. A newly promoted disciple won't be able to make any difference." The middle-aged man muttered.
Then he said, "I want you'll to start dispatching the troops. I have already received the order from his Majesty."
