Wang Yue followed Zheng Gaocè through the bustling main hall and turned into a secluded courtyard.
Unlike the young disciples in the front hall, everyone gathered here had frost at their temples.
These grave, imposing middle-aged men all carried the authority of those long accustomed to high positions. They were the esteemed elders of prominent clans and venerable seniors from sects in Anzhou and the surrounding prefectures.
They sat in twos and threes, holding teacups as they spoke in low voices. Their topics were nothing more than the division of opportunities in the treasure ground and the state of the world.
Noticing Wang Yue and Zheng Gaocè, the people in the courtyard turned their gazes toward them. Some were scrutinizing, some curious, but most were probing.
After all, Zheng Gaocè was a disciple the Zheng Family had focused on nurturing, and a strange young man had suddenly appeared at his side.
It was only natural that he drew attention. Wang Yue's expression remained unchanged, his back straight as he stood steadily beside Zheng Gaocè, treating those probing gazes as if they did not exist.
After his life-and-death battle with Chongyun, he was no longer the Dragon Transformation Sect disciple who had just spread his wings. Such a display could not intimidate him.
Zheng Gaocè was clearly accustomed to such attention. He pulled Wang Yue along at a brisk pace toward the inner courtyard.
Passing through a moon gate, the scene before them grew even more solemn. More than a dozen people sat around a bluestone table. Zheng Tianxing occupied the seat of honor, flanked by several elders with even heavier auras, while several young outsiders respectfully conversed with the Zheng Family elders.
Wang Yue's pupils contracted slightly. He had sensed no fewer than seven Heavenly Diagram Realm auras from these