Watching the Show

It was 6:30 pm.

Half an hour had passed. Many of the guests who had come to attend the banquet started to get impatient. If not for the fact that their elders were still present, they would have wanted to leave.

Li Tiancheng's heart was bleeding as he looked at the members of other clans who appeared to be disinterested despite profiting without having done anything.

He was already feeling a little regretful. He did not know if the Li clan taking the initiative to retreat would invite a pack of wolves with a bigger appetite.

Not long after, heavy footsteps sounded from outside the hall.

A frail figure of about 1.75 meters walked into the hall.

The person who entered had a soft expression and a head of long hair. He was wearing a traditional white robe and a purple sword hung from his waist.

This person was not tall, but he gave off a sharp aura the moment he entered the room.