A sudden silence swept across the room.
Though the temperature remained constant, the air still trembled.
Noa didn't look up from his plate. He continued eating as if nothing had happened.
But everyone else froze.
Except for Yun Qiqi, who never lost her cool.
With a heavy presence and dark blue robes, a tall, robust man stood at the entrance.
The man looked old.
His silver hair was neatly bound across his shoulders, as if it were a mountain carved from obsidian.
This was Sect Leader Wei Rou, known as the Iron Lotus, and his gaze scanned the room like a barely contained storm.
Elder Shanq stood at his side.
He had sharp eyes, and unlike the Sect Leader, his aura constantly shifted.
He was one of the rare people who was feared for his cunning, not for his strength.
And seeing the sect's elite disciples seated around Noa's table, eating rice like it was nothing, made him snort in disdain.
But—
