The moment they stepped into the Dragon King Hall, the light inside suddenly dimmed.
The hall was far deeper than it appeared from outside, with a lofty dome overhead and four thick Stone Pillars on each side. Relief carvings of coiling dragons wound around the pillars, their dragon eyes set with dark gems that glimmered faintly in the gloom.
The floor was paved with dark gray stone slabs, worn smooth and glossy by countless footsteps. Fine patterns could vaguely be seen carved into their surfaces.
On the main seat, Yu Yuanzhen sat upright in a broad stone chair.
He wore a dark blue robe, its collar and cuffs embroidered with silver-white lightning patterns. His face was lean, his temples touched with gray, but his gaze was deep.
He kept his aura tightly restrained, without letting any of it spill out. Yet he was like a mountain buried deep within a valley; without uttering a word, his presence was already impossible to ignore.
Below him, in the first chair to the left, sat Yu Luomian.
He was rather thin, and his features bore some resemblance to Liu Erlong's. His brow ridges were pronounced.
He did not look at Xiao Yun. His gaze first fell on Liu Erlong, lingered for an instant, then withdrew.
His aura was that of a peak Soul Douluo, only one step away from crossing that threshold.
Eight elders at the Soul Douluo level sat in order along both sides.
Their robes were similar in color, but the Tokens at their waists and the embroidered patterns on their collars differed slightly, displaying their respective seniority and positions.
Some were already quite old, their beards and hair white, their eyes closed as if they were not listening. Others were in their prime, openly sizing up the visitors at the