The Peacock Demon King sat in the highest seat, a pale golden robe lending him an air of noble exception. Merely by sitting there, he exuded a natural, commanding presence that demanded respect without anger.
The leaders of the twelve major clans arrived in succession. As they entered the hall and saw the Peacock Demon King already waiting, they all showed surprise on their faces, yet they quickly maintained silence.
Once all twelve clan leaders had taken their seats, the entire hall became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and the atmosphere turned noticeably solemn.
Deep in thought seemed to emanate from the Peacock Demon King's eyes, until the man seated to his left, who had milky white crystal-clear antlers growing from his head, whispered something. The Peacock Demon King's gaze refocused.
"All of you," the Peacock Demon King said indifferently.
The clan leaders all straightened up and looked towards him.
