Seated at the top main area, Mo Jian looked at those below with an unreadable expression. Since he entered the grand hall, everywhere
had remained
silent.
His long silver hair
was
tied in a knot, cascading over his shoulder. His deep blue eyes mirrored his flowing blue robe, exuding calm and authority.
Over the blue robe
was a
white-golden coat made of fur
that
rested on his shoulders, adding to his handsomeness.
Almost everyone had their gaze on him. This was the first time they saw the young man behind the Thousand Wealth Chamber.
The chamber that had been causing waves since they arrived at the capital.
Those in the alliance looked at him with animosity but they managed to hide it.
As for the smaller and weaker
clans
, they looked at Mo Jian with various expressions.
Some wished to get close to him while others looked at him with disdain.
The attack on the Thousand Wealth Chamber had been going on for over a week and it was only a matter of time before they were destroyed.
So they thought.
The Young Princess of the Gao clan looked at Mo Jian
without
any change in her expression.
She had been curious about the young man behind the chamber and seeing him—
She discovered
he
was unlike anything she imagined.
The Ma clan’s young master was also looking at Mo Jian with a competitive spirit.
He had expected the person leading the chamber to be an old man or woman.
But he was wrong. He was a youngster like him and he couldn’t wait to challenge him to a duel.
He did not care about the politics
either
; to him, as long as he could defeat him, his fame would
skyrocket
.
Just thinking about it
made
his blood surge with excitement.
While everyone was lost in their thoughts, the Dong clan master, the celebrant, entered the grand hall.
"Hahaha. Thank you everyone for coming to this old man’s birthday celebration." His deep voice echoed in the hall.
"Please, everyone enjoy yourself and have fun," he said and walked to the main seat.
At the main seat area, the Dong patriarch greeted those in the area one after the other.
These were people that he couldn’t overlook. His action caught the attention of those below but there was nothing they could do.
"Young Master..." His voice trailed off; his deep black eyes locked on Mo Jian.
He was quite shocked when he saw Mo Jian and how young he was. Still, he followed custom and greeted him respectfully.
"Calling me Young Master is enough," Mo Jian responded calmly.
Hmm!
He expected Mo Jian to tell him his name but who would have expected he wouldn’t.
Everyone on the high table creased their
brows
and looked at him. But he did not care.
"Ah. Alright." The Dong Patriarch recovered quickly and forced a smile. "Young Master, thank you for gracing my birthday. I hope it wasn’t too much of a problem."
"Actually, it is," Mo Jian responded.
A faint gasp escaped from the Dong Patriarch’s lips, and he couldn’t maintain his expression.
He was merely saying this,
didn’t
he understand
that
?
Besides, it was a privilege to be invited to such a gathering. Apart from that, his seat was on the top.
How many people wished to sit where he was?
For a moment, everyone on the high table did not know how to react.
This was the first time they were witnessing such a scene. Worst of all, no one could berate Mo Jian.
As the leader of such a chamber, even a fool knew he was no ordinary young man. As for the destruction of his chamber, who
could
say?
Thus, they kept quiet and waited for the Dong Patriarch to handle him.
Below, everyone realized something was not going accordingly.
Quickly, people began to gossip, guessing what was going on.
The Dong clansmen seated close to the high table could see the ugly expression of their patriarch and they were furious.
This bastard!
Why
was
he not giving their clan master some face?
Without uttering a word, the elders exchanged subtle glances and nodded.
How could anyone dare look down on their clan master?
Even the Governor would have to give their clan some face if he met their Patriarch.
At the high table, the Dong Patriarch had recovered from his shock and chuckled.
"Sorry for troubling you. This old man will make it up to you."
With that, he left Mo Jian’s seat and returned to his seat. He had lost all the excitement.
The high table descended into silence. Everyone processed what just happened and those below were looking at Mo Jian with various emotions.
Most of which were anger.
Elders
from the Jade River Exchange sneered and glanced at each other.
Now that Mo Jian had given him a taste of his bitter pill, he wouldn’t be able to stay on the fence any longer.
Those from the occupation hall did not hide their disdain for the Dong clan.
Still, everyone did not speak, watching everything unfold.
Feeling all the
gazes
, the Dong Patriarch
remained
calm and
suppressed
his anger.
"What is a party without beautiful dancers? Let the dancer in," he shouted.
Instantly, the dancers entered the grand hall. The dancers were beautiful women with thin waists and long legs.
The
instrumentalists
started playing their
instruments
in soft melody and the dancers danced to it.
Watching them twisting their waists like snakes, young men could not avert their gaze.
Slowly, the previous tension diffused and everyone moved with the music.
However, few knew this was the dance before the storm.
Mo Jian watched everything without any change in his expression. To be frank, he was quite bored but he couldn’t leave.
Since he decided to come, he would see
it
through.
...
...
Under the dim moonlight, the commerce district was quiet leaving a few stores with light.
Suddenly, shadows moved over the buildings, rushing in a particular direction.
Covered in darkness, no one could see them. Their steps were light, leaving no sound.
The shadows stopped a couple
of
meters from an ordinary building, waiting.
After a few minutes, the shadows moved once again and jumped over the fence into the compound without making a sound.