A Weakness

The elders alike similarly were deep in their own thoughts about the Holy Dragon Son domineering display, an glint had simmer in the Miraculous Saint Emperor's eyes.

Among the crowd, Zhen Tianyun narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp as he studied Cain. He had already retreated back to stand near his Great Pillar Elder, who wore a matching look of intensity. 

The elder's voice echoed in Zhen Tianyun's mind through a mental transmission.

'How troublesome this is,' the Great Pillar Elder mused, his mental voice tinged with concern. 'It would be far simpler if he were to care about public opinion. There is a need for even ancient elders to mind the thoughts of others...'

Zhen Tianyun nodded imperceptibly, understanding the wisdom in those words.