The hall was silent.
Sui Zheng's sharp eyes swept across the room from the corners, taking in every detail: brown wooden panels, simple flooring, and furniture so plain that even a servant's quarters in the Imperial City would have looked more lavish.
Despite the flood of thoughts crowding his mind, his face displayed only a polite smile—calm and deferential.
Across from him sat the mysterious master of the Phoenix and Dragon Dojo: Wang Chen.
At first glance, the man appeared completely unremarkable—his expression placid, his posture relaxed. A faint sense of detachment clung to him, as though the mundane world no longer existed in his eyes.
From mere spiritual sense alone, Sui Zheng could deduce that Wang Chen's cultivation realm was at the early stage of Foundation Building—clearly beneath his own.
