The grand hall lay eerily silent, thick with an overwhelming sense of dread. Every soul inside held their breath, palms clammy with sweat.
Their hearts pounded fiercely, reverberating like war drums in their chests, as if echoing the imminent storm of chaos about to unfold.
Mo Jian's question hung in the air, but no one could answer it.
Who among them could confidently say they could see tomorrow under the threat of the Thousand Wealth Chamber?
The only people who could say this were those who were not his enemies, and this question was not for them. It was meant for his enemies.
Mo Jian stood calmly at the center, his gaze moving from one leader to another, but everyone avoided his gaze like a plague.
The Jade River Exchange Master's head was a reminder of what he was capable of. He was not bluffing but revealing what would happen.
His gaze settled on the Gao clan matriarch. "I learned among the top clans, you took the lead in soiling the prestige of my chamber?"
