The moment Li Qingyun stepped into the council hall, he felt gaze after gaze, each carrying a different meaning, sweep over him as tangibly as physical substance.
There was mockery, astonishment, indifference, and more.
Yet no one spoke. The atmosphere in the hall congealed, heavy and stifling.
He looked toward the Eternal Supreme Beings seated within. His expression was composed, his eyes clear and tranquil, without the slightest trace of inferiority or stage fright.
Even with six or seven Thousand Heng Level giants staring down from the highest seats, he treated it as nothing out of the ordinary.
Some of those present he knew, some were strangers, and some were outright enemies.
His candidacy review would likely face some twists and turns.
With a thought, Li Qingyun cupped his hands toward the crowd, neither obsequious nor overbearing. "Shang Yun greets you all, my lords."
The hall remained silent.
Some seemed to be doing so deliberately, some wanted to watch the show, and others were waiting to see who would take a stance first.
Although Eternity had entered an age of great chaos, and even the Eternal Council had repeatedly announced to all cosmoses that, henceforth, bloodlines and noble clans would not matter—only military merit against the sorcerers—and that all manner of great talents would be promoted, when it truly came to this, the Eternal Nobles present still felt deeply awkward.
Did the long-fallen Shang Clan still have the right to enter the General Patrol Cosmos Department?
What was more, this "Shang Yun" had come to compete for the Deputy Director Position!
The representatives of the various factions present were still primarily from great noble houses and powerful clans.
No matter how chaotic Eternity became, they still held the core interests and vital resources in their grasp.
Until the final moment