"Tian… Tianyin Sect Disciples, we pay our respects to the Demon Lord."
Their voices trembled as they spoke.
Fear filled their eyes.
They only felt that the Demon Lord was even more fearsome than the legends suggested.
Fang Yang sat on the throne, looking down at the two of them, holding the card of the eldest disciple in his hand.
"Tianyin Sect, instead of staying put in your own sect, you wander into my Blood Rain Sect. Are you seeking death?"
A raspy murmur made both individuals shiver simultaneously, even fearing to lift their heads to look directly at Fang Yang.
It was only after a long while that they gradually regained their composure.
They stammered.
"We are here to deliver the invitations to the Demon Path Grand Ceremony, to be held in over two months' time."
"The Demon Path Grand Ceremony?"
Fang Yang's brow furrowed, then he remembered.
