Overreaching Demands, the Martial World's Righteous Path Joins Forces to Slay Black Wind

Inside the command tent, several high-ranking players from the three great clans took their seats at Jiang Dali's gesture. All of them appeared exceedingly respectful, sitting upright and properly composed.

Jiang Dali sat imposingly in a broad chair, his calm gaze assessing the six people before him from the three clans.

To him, aside from Ting Shui and Feng Ying of the Yun Family, the others—such as Meng Xing Yun Meng Ze and Feng Ru Huo of the Left Alliance, as well as Zhong Li Xun Ta and Shan Yao Di Dong of the Li Family—were all familiar faces, though he had barely interacted with them in his previous life.

Back when he had been a player, even though he had already been a somewhat renowned Huashan disciple in the Gang Qi Realm, he had never had the chance to get close to these clan magnates. He had only witnessed the grandeur of these big shots on the forums.

Yet now, every one of them sat before him like obedient quails. The peculiar feeling brought by such a reversal in status and position was truly difficult to put into words.

Jiang Dali pondered for a moment, casually resting his right hand on the table before him. His index finger tapped against the tabletop, tap, tap, as his gaze first fell on Ting Shui and Feng Ying of the Yun Family, with whom he had worked most often. Looking at Ting Shui's face concealed beneath a black-gold mask, he smiled mildly. "Long time no see. Are you still not taking off your mask when meeting me this time?"

Ting Shui's gaze flickered, a trace of complexity passing through his eyes. He replied calmly, "I'm used to it."

Jiang Dali nodded with a smile and looked deeply into Ting Shui's eyes, which