The delicate, tension-filled space around Tony Clark's secluded table was suddenly shattered by a heavy, thunderous tread that caused the polished white jade floorboards of the Crystal Pavilion to violently vibrate. The dense, sweet aroma of the boiled gold-attribute elixir was abruptly cut through by a foul, oppressive wave of crimson fire energy.
Out from the glittering crowd of higher-realm nobles, a tall young man dressed in magnificent, dragon-embroidered golden robes strode forward, surrounded by eight high-level, dark-armored royal bodyguards. This was Crown Prince Julian Tian—the absolute supreme heir of the highest heaven.
