The atmosphere in the council hall was solemn.
Jiang Yuran sat upright behind a sandalwood table carved with peculiar runes, her delicate face full of coldness.
Steward Xu Bei and Steward Ma Rusong, who stood before the sandalwood table, were somewhat tense, their heads lowered, not daring to make any sound.
Wu Liangye, Gao Yunchao, and the other four Grand Chief Stewards sat on either side. Wu Liangye, slightly furrowing his brows, occasionally took a sip from a Wine Gourd.
Seated in sandalwood chairs below were Steward Ma Jiang and seven other Stewards, all silent.
The remaining forty-two Chief Stewards sat in order of their entry into the sect, with Lin Xuankong, who had joined not long ago, naturally seated at the very back.
