Kent studied the three new arrivals, and a smirk appeared on his lips, but only for a moment. He didn't want to become arrogant, just as those he had been waiting for had arrived.
The first to appear wasn't that old. He is in his late 50s and called Elder Lance from the Alchemy Hall in the outer region of the Supreme Immortal Sect. The two with him were also from the outer region but were disciples, Pill disciples, hence the green robes.
They looked down at the various kingdom leaders with no sign of respect in their eyes. If anything, it was the leaders who looked at them with expressions of reverence.
But Kent saw they were paying attention to one person.
They were looking at Uncle Drake, who, just as he looked at everyone, watched them with no sign of fear or respect.
Of course, this look didn't sit well with the three arrivals. They expected everyone to look at them with respect, but Uncle Drake was making them look like just anyone.
'This should be good.'
