The banquet ended several hours later.
The guests departed one after another.
Only Dai Hao remained in the vast main hall.
The smile on his face vanished the instant the last figure disappeared, revealing an aloof expression tinged with arrogance.
He had never concealed his contempt for those people.
In his eyes...
He was the noble descendant of a God King.
How could he possibly be mentioned in the same breath as these mortal creatures?
If not for the fact that his ancestor Huo Yuhao could not hear their prayers in the God Realm, he would already be enjoying himself there. Why would he need to sit beside this table reeking of money?
At that moment...
A low rumble came from outside the courtyard, and several soul-powered sedans pulled up one after another at the garden entrance.
The sounds of car doors opening rang out in succession.
Then...
A group of more than ten people crossed the courtyard and headed for the main hall. Their steps were neither hurried nor slow, and the lights between the colonnades cast long, slender shadows behind them.
When they entered the main hall, they all dipped slightly toward Dai Hao, their gazes lowered.
"Big Brother."
"Xiao Hao."
"Fifth Uncle."
"Patriarch."
Everyone addressed him differently.
Yet their tones carried the same respect.
Dai Hao nodded, raised a hand to point toward the side hall, and took the lead.
The lighting in the side hall was dimmer than in the main hall.
But a flash of silver suddenly passed through Dai Hao's eyes, and everything in the side hall became clear once more.
This was also the most important reason he had become the Dai Family's patriarch at the age of thirty.
Because...
He had inherited his ancestor Huo Yuhao's Spirit Eyes!
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