As Yuan Ming entered the hall, the noise within instantly came to a halt, and everyone's gaze simultaneously turned towards Yuan Ming.
Yuan Ming walked lightly towards the main seat in the center of the hall, his gaze casually sweeping over the assembled Dharma Phase Cultivators, a meaningful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
The City Lords were all present in their true forms, and to some extent, they believed they were coerced by Yuan Ming to be there, which made their attitudes less pretense than usual.
In the face of Yuan Ming's gaze, some City Lords sneered repeatedly, some remained expressionless, only Long Shan gave him a concealed smile, while the others looked displeased.
Yuan Ming, however, seemed unfazed as he sat calmly on the main seat, composed and at ease.
