Situ Wei frowned.
But could such overwhelming authority really be held in check by the title "Senior Martial Brother"?
With that domineering air, he did not look like a senior martial brother at all. He looked more like the "Eldest Senior Martial Brother" of the Four Sects and Eight Gates.
Since when had the Four Sects and Eight Gates of Ganxue Prefecture merged into one great sect?
How could these outstanding disciples of every sect, these peerless prodigies of their generation, have gathered together and obeyed one person's command?
With his mere few hundred years of cultivation experience, Situ Wei racked his brains yet still could not comprehend what lay before him.
Even after the banquet ended and the prodigies departed, Situ Wei remained dazed.
He realized that every one of his previous judgments had been wrong.
This youth called Mo Hua did not seem to be a flood python crossing the waters. He was a mighty dragon pressing upon the border—a divine dragon forcibly flying over the heads of the Situ Clan.
But...
"A Wandering Dragon with a low-to-middle-grade spirit root?"
Situ Wei's brows knitted tightly, and his confusion deepened.
The evening banquet ended.
This was Mo Hua's first time treating everyone to a meal.
The prodigies were still unsatisfied as they dispersed.
But because Mo Hua had said there was something to do tomorrow, none of them left. They settled down to rest within the Situ Clan's residence.
With so many prodigies from Great Clans staying the night, the Situ Clan truly felt as though its humble dwelling had been graced by illustrious guests.
At the great elder Situ Wei's command, every aspect of their reception was handled with the utmost care, nothing spared.
After night fell, everyone rested, yet Mo Hua's words continued to echo in their