The suffocating Grandmaster's might in the hall slowly dissipated, allowing everyone to finally break free from the feeling of being as insignificant as ants gazing up at the sky.
Yan Wuji stood before the steps with his hands behind his back. His simple, ancient-looking face was devoid of expression, and his gray cloth robe remained perfectly still in the light filtering in from the doorway.
Merely by standing there, he resembled an unshakeable mountain, inspiring a primal sense of awe in all who beheld him.
Qi Zhen turned to the side and gestured, leading Yan Wuji to the long table at the head of the hall.
Yan Wuji took the seat of honor, with Qi Zhen and Yang Yuan sitting on either side of him.
Once the three were seated at the head table, disciples of the Tiejiang Gang began to move between the tables, refilling wine and serving dishes.
'A Grandmaster has really appeared!'
Fang Han pulled his gaze away from Yan Wuji and let it fall upon the celadon wine cup before him.
