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.
