A figure in a silver suit walked in with a dark brown cigar between his lips, his gleaming black leather shoes stepping onto the red velvet carpet and instantly drawing every eye.
Bai Ye slowly raised his hand, firmly pinched the exquisite gold band around the dark brown cigar, and exhaled a cloud of smoke.
Through the drifting smoke, his defiant black eyes swept the room, an unrestrained, brazen smile curling his lips.
It was as though he were the host here and everyone else merely guests.
The light from the enormous crystal chandelier at the center of the banquet hall glittered against the countless tiny diamonds on his silver suit, refracting into a thousand sharp gleams. It was as though he wore the entire starry sky, dazzling enough that no one could look away.
The lavish banquet hall seemed to pale before him. Even the opulence permeating the air seemed subdued by his presence.
Behind Bai Ye, several figures in black suits slowly emerged from the night breeze and entered the magnificent banquet hall.
Though they wore matching black suits, their expressions differed.
One looked cold and arrogant, regarding everything with contempt, sinister black markings covering his face.
One wore an indifferent expression, his gaze as still as an ancient well, pale bandages wrapped around his right hand.
One stood straight as a sword, a faint smile on his lips and an enormous wooden sword case strapped to his back.
The last two were a man and a woman. The man wore a genial smile, his small eyes nearly narrowed to slits, giving him something of the look of the Laughing Buddha. His normally bulky frame looked impressively broad and muscular in a suit.
The woman was petite, her delicate face like a porcelain doll's. She folded her arms