The youth blocking the way felt as though he had fallen into an ice cellar. It was as if a cold, venomous snake were watching him. He swallowed, and the humiliation and rage within him, like a blazing fire doused with cold water, vanished with a hiss.
Cheng Xiao noticed the boy's trembling fingers. The fluctuations of Soul Power around him instantly dissipated. He had no intention of attacking; Moonlight Pavilion had Soul Masters responsible for maintaining order. Minor conflicts could be settled privately, but anyone who disrupted the ball's order would be thrown out.
He swept his gaze around the room and silently mocked the evasive eyes surrounding him.
Nobles? Heh!
Both nobles and Soul Masters stood above commoners, as though they were the masters of the continent.
But in truth, nobles and Soul Masters were not the same!
A Soul Master's confidence came from strength. They might be crude and uncouth, but they had the confidence to flip the table.
What nobles took pride in, however, was their rotten titles of nobility. An intangible name, yet one blindly fawned over by everyone. They bullied the weak and feared the strong, yet no one ever overturned their rule.
It was strange. In a world where force was everywhere, these two kinds of people could actually coexist. It was truly hard to understand. Perhaps Spirit Hall was simply incompetent. After all these years, it had still failed to sweep away this decayed system.
That was why Cheng Xiao showed humility when facing powerful Soul Masters like Dugu Bo. He needed to display the gentler side of human nature, lest he provoke a Soul Master's displeasure. One had to show respect to those who held force in their hands; otherwise, they would teach you what respect meant with their fists.
But