The Ethereal Domains

Chapter 1367: Discussion

Discussion . . .

East, west, north, south, east-south, east-north, west-south, and west-north, eight groups of eight directions plus one group in the middle. The nine groups each had selected two people to represent the group. The eighteen were all solemn and serious, moving toward the big camp in the center.

The camp was more like a huge palace, supported by the huge trees around, with the top of the camp high in the air among the trees. The camp was hundreds of meters wide!

The seats inside the camp were the tree trunks of the thousand-year-old big trees. The tree trunks were well cut and polished, lined orderly on the floor.

In the middle of the camp, a huge tree trunk was sculptured into over ten large chairs. The chair in the middle was thirty meters tall, huge and powerful. On the top of the back of the chair, it was sculptured in the shape of a dragon head, opening the big dragon mouth, looking down upon the seats. On the two sides of the main chair, eight long dragons crawled around the handles.

It was a nine-dragon chair!

They didn't have a long time to sculpture the main chair perfectly but still had done a great job. It looked powerful and overwhelming.

Whoever entered the camp would be caught by the vision of the main chair. It was like the throne of a king, taking everybody's breath, shocking their hearts.

The eighteen men who represented the nine groups all had entered the camp, and each took one seat.

Everybody felt like they had to sit straight up when they entered the camp.

When they were all paying attention to the main chair, their eyes were full of respect and admiration.

It was the seat of Xiao Monarch!

Footsteps could be heard from outside the camp. Cha-Eun Xiao wearing all white clothes as he walked into the camp. When he noticed everybody was waiting for him, he was surprised. "Oh, are we all here now?"

The eighteen men all stood up and bowed, "Lord Xiao Monarch!"

"No need for formality." Cha-Eun Xiao smiled, "Today, fate has brought us together. From now on, we are all brothers and sisters on the same side of the battle. Don't be too polite. We are going to spend a lot of time together. If you keep being like this, it must waste much of our time!"

"Yes! We would love to bring the bright days back to Qing-Yun Realm under your brilliant lead!" the eighteen people spoke.

Apparently, they were all thrilled at the moment.

After Cha-Eun Xiao, Li Wuliang, Han Bingxue, and others entered the camp as well. They were also caught by the vision of the huge chair at rest sight and were also shocked.

Not that they were ignorant, the chair was truly overwhelming.

Aside from that main chair, the other chairs around it were all higher than normal chairs. However, that nine-dragon chair was about ten meters high… It was three times higher than the other chairs.

How could they not be shocked!

Li Wuliang was speechless while staring at the main chair. Cha-Eun Xiao casually smiled and said, "Brother Li, have a seat."

Nobody talked in the camp, but they all cast their look on Li Wuliang. Apparently, nobody wanted him to sit on that main chair over Cha-Eun Xiao!

Even though Cha-Eun Xiao was modest, even though it was the Fierce Blade, the others didn't like it!

No matter how shameless Li Wuliang was, he couldn't sit on that chair. He said, "Don't frame me, brother. I will get beaten the hell up if I dare to sit on that. I can't do it. You take the seat. What do you say, people?"

The crowd burst out a yes!

Cha-Eun Xiao laughed, "Well if you insist if brothers and sisters want me to, I think I should just take it!"

Everybody around held fists and bowed, "It is specially set for the monarch! Please, have a seat, great Lord Xiao Monarch!"

What happened made Cha-Eun Xiao feel like he was supported to be a king. He would definitely accept the chair, but he didn't quite enjoy it really. [I am the Xiao Monarch who laughs upon all heroes. I don't want to be a king or whatever like that!]

Li Wuliang sat on a chair beside the nine-dragon chair. The eighteen people who represented the nine groups all stared at the supreme cultivators who followed Cha-Eun Xiao into the camp. The eighteen people all felt their hands sweating, heart beating fast.

"Guys, let me introduce these friends of mine." Cha-Eun Xiao said, "We are all brothers and sisters in the battle. We will fight the same enemy in the future. It is better that we know each other well."

The eighteen men all sat straight up, glanced at everybody sitting on Cha-Eun Xiao's side.

They knew that these people were all top-class superior cultivators in Qing-Yun Realm!

No friends of a phoenix was a chicken!

They believed so.

"Here, this big and tough man who has a big beard is my best friend ever, my brother, the Fierce Blade, Li Wuliang. I guess you all have heard stories about him. I just have to tell you one thing that is different from the old days. He is now much more powerful than before, not any weaker than me. I wasn't being modest to give him the chair, but sincere." Cha-Eun Xiao blandly said.

Li Wuliang stood up, held a fist with both hands, and said, "We are friends now. I can't guarantee other things, but trust me, I will be in the front whenever the battle needs me."

The others didn't speak as casually as Li Wuliang. They replied to him respectfully and politely.

[The Fierce Blade… He is a legend!]

[He is actually the Fierce Blade? We didn't allow him to sit on the main chair just now…]

What Cha-Eun Xiao said seemed casual and bland, but what he meant was shocking. The Fierce Blade was at least as powerful as Cha-Eun Xiao, which meant he was as powerful as Wu Fa. What a powerful support… The eighteen people were all thrilled and fevered. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by Noᴠel Fɪre.net - ɴovᴇlbin

"The man beside Li Wuliang is also my sworn brother, the Frost Sword, Han Bingxue. I guess you all know him," Cha-Eun Xiao introduced.

Han Bingxue looked pretty, wearing white clothes that were like snow. His face was distant like ice, showing his coldness from time to time. After what Cha-Eun Xiao said, Han Bingxue just stood up and took a look at the people in front, blandly nodded, said nothing, and then sat down back on the chair.

The eighteen people couldn't help praising in the heart. [This is it, the world's famous pretty man, the Unique of the World, the Frost Sword, Han Bingxue! What a brilliant cultivator! Of course, he doesn't talk. If he speaks, what should we say to him?]

Apparently, Han Bingxue had conquered the eighteen people by his pretentious act! It was a good idea not to talk much, wasn't it?

"The lady on my other side is my very close and special lady friend, Jun Yinglian of the Sky Ice Palace."