Wearing his badge, Jun Wangchen stood onstage and said a few measured words. Then he picked up his wineglass and stepped down.
Everywhere he passed, everyone raised their glasses, stood, and drained their wine.
Jun Wangchen merely nodded slightly to these powerful figures without touching his wine. Yet none of them minded. They scrambled to empty their glasses, as though only that could express their respect for him.
With a step, Jun Wangchen arrived before the Wang Family.
Now everyone in the Wang Family, including Elder Wang, had no choice but to stand and toast Jun Wangchen.
No one dared refuse, because Jun Wangchen's status as a Heaven Hall Prodigy was a mandate from heaven.
Elder Wang took a deep breath and said to Jun Wangchen, "Jun Wangchen, I'll drink this first as a sign of respect. I hope you can forgive..."
"What gives you the right to address me by name?" Holding his wineglass, Jun Wangchen glanced coldly at Elder Wang, sparing him not a shred of dignity.
Elder Wang's expression stiffened, and anger flashed in his eyes.
As the patriarch of the Wang Family, he held an exalted position. Yet today, Jun Wangchen had treated him with such contempt. Had Jun Wangchen not been a Heaven Hall Prodigy, he would have erupted long ago.
"Heavenly Prodigy Jun, this glass..."
"Sorry, I don't want to drink with you!" Jun Wangchen poured his wine straight onto the floor, as though offering a libation to the dead.
Elder Wang's face turned livid with fury. Beside him, Wang Yu flared up, pointed at Jun Wangchen's nose, and shouted, "Jun Wangchen, don't push your luck! My grandfather only swallowed his pride because he thought you deserved it. Don't spit in his face!"
Wang Shanzhi's expression changed drastically. He tried to cover Wang Yu's