Lu Yuan stood quietly in a corner of the banquet hall.
Tonight, he was dressed in a light grey Chinese-style satin robe, with beautiful silver patterns embroidered around the collar and cuffs. Underneath was a white lining, and on his feet were cloth-like black training shoes. Very traditional. Combined with his tall, well-proportioned figure, masculine and handsome facial features, and serene eyes, he exuded the demeanor of a young master from a prominent Ancient Martial Arts family.
He was the main character tonight. But in reality, he wasn't as eye-catching as he had anticipated. The majority of the guests were close business associates of the Crane Sect's elite members. Upon their entrance, they only cast him a glance before finding their own social circles to mingle in. However, quite a few accompanying women kept their gazes on him, their heads together, whispering secrets.
