Inside the Council Hall.
At this time, Lin Mo sat on the top seat made of wood, flanked by two delicate beauties on both sides—one was Yingzi and the other, Lu Xing.
Aside from the three elders seated, Everyone else stood respectfully on both sides, not daring to show the slightest neglect.
Lin Mo had entered the Starry Sky Tower half a month ago, and when he emerged, he astonished Everyone by crushing a top-grade Corpse Demon into a meat patty with his bare fists, an awe-inspiring might that still lingered long in the minds of all, doubtless never to fade.
The Black-clothed Elder and the ancestor stood in front of Lin Mo, deflated, with even their lives hanging by a thread on Lin Mo's whims; they had no capacity to resist. As for the disciples of the Puppet Corpse Sect, they were already under the control of the Star Sect disciples—let alone their life and death; it was estimated that with just a thought, Lin Mo could reduce them to nothing.
