The Earth Sect's Eldest Young Master, seated in the center of the grand hall and receiving toasts from the crowd, suddenly erupted with a deep dragon roar that ordinary people could not hear.
The Eldest Young Master's expression changed, and he abruptly turned to look at Mo Hua.
At that moment, the black-and-white colors of Ghost Derivation had faded from Mo Hua's eyes. His eyelids were slightly lowered as he picked up his teacup again and sipped from it.
The Eldest Young Master's gaze was like a dragon's as he stared down Mo Hua.
Mo Hua remained as placid as autumn water, open and composed, as though nothing had happened. He even raised his eyes and calmly glanced at the Eldest Young Master.
The Eldest Young Master frowned slightly, unable to make up his mind.
Just then, someone called softly, "Eldest Young Master..."
The Eldest Young Master turned and saw several young men from great clans. Cowed by his imposing presence, they asked nervously, "Are you... dissatisfied with something?"
The Eldest Young Master was silent for a moment before saying, "It is nothing." He then withdrew his imposing aura, once more sitting in the center and accepting everyone's praise.
The atmosphere in the grand hall returned to normal.
Everyone silently breathed a sigh of relief, afraid that some inexplicable incident might have displeased the Eldest Young Master and brought disaster upon themselves.
The Eldest Young Master possessed immense authority and an unpredictable temper. Attending him was like attending a tiger; they had to be cautious beyond caution and could not afford the slightest negligence.
On the contrary, the direct descendants of the Lu, Wu, Zhu, and Jin Families seemed to cast Mo Hua a glance, then quietly withdrew their gazes.
Bai Xiaosheng also stared at Mo Hua in astonishment.
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