At the highest point of the Zhou Family Manor. Here held the chambers of the top-level figures of the entire Martial Family.
In one of these chambers, a grand meeting was under its way.
A handsome young man wearing bright, purplish, golden robes stood bowed with immense respect. This normally proud young man now with a subservient expression was Zhou Ling.
Meters away from Zhou Ling was a majestic man with overwhelming royal grace. The older man sat proudly upon his royal throne, a calm expression gracing his handsome face.
To Zhou Ling, he couldn't detect a hint of this man's natural aura. It was as if the man's cultivation mastery reached such a high degree that he can seemingly blend into the environment.
His presence was simultaneously serene and ominous.
Zhou Ling certainly felt that with just a thought from this man, he would be erased from existence.
