Zhang Tie sat upon a golden chair, his gaze sweeping across the crowd. Not a sound could be heard.
This dragon-marking ceremony had not only made the younger disciples from the various clans and families nervous—even the elders and family heads had grown tense. According to the process, the younger generation from each family would soon take the stage in turn, coming before Candle Dragon True Person to offer their congratulations. If Zhang Tie took a liking to someone, he would dip the golden brush in dragon-blood gilt cinnabar and touch it to that person's forehead, marking them as his disciple. Their worth would immediately soar a hundredfold, and they would be utterly different from before...
For the young disciples of every family, being chosen in Candle Dragon True Person's dragon marking was like a carp leaping through the Dragon Gate.
At this moment, Wang Chongde, the Wang Family head, had personally stepped forward to serve as the master of ceremonies. Just as he was about to shout for the young disciples of the various clans and families to come forth in turn, Zhang Tie suddenly raised a hand.
Seeing Zhang Tie raise his hand, Wang Chongde swallowed the words that had risen to his throat.
Zhang Tie's gaze settled on Liu Xing and several others, who stood at the rear of the crowd serving as guards.
When Zhang Tie had returned to Torch Dragon Territory a few days ago, the various families there had pledged themselves to him, and he had gained sufficient hands to handle his affairs. Thus, most of the nineteen Black Armor Army Warriors who had temporarily followed him since emerging from the Earth Element Realm had left.
Twelve men had departed in total. After returning to the surface, most of them had wished to leave