The atmosphere in the Myriad Dao Pavilion cooled, no, it did not cooled, it basically solidified into a heavy, crystalline silence that made even the act of breathing feel like an intrusion.
The arrival of the Shen Clan was not a mere addition to the gathering, instead it was as if they are here for a total annexation of the space.
Shen Haoran stepped forward with a stride that was neither hurried nor aggressive, yet every eye in the pavilion was pulled toward him as if by an inescapable gravitational force.
He reached out, grabbed a high-backed jade seat that had been reserved for a high-ranking noble, and sat down at the round table.
The rest of the Ten Crowns simply stood behind him like monoliths of primordial power.
Shen Tao stood with his arms crossed, his aura as stable as the earth itself; Shen Xinye remained aloof, her presence like a chilling frost; Shen Ji loomed like a mountain of iron; and Shen Ying maintained a polite, yet terrifyingly sharp composure.
