Even as the Head of Yanyue Sect, Xianyu Zixuan, was seething with anger, her disciple Shi Rouzhong continued to dance gracefully, oblivious to the awkwardness her performance was causing in the gathering.
Everyone saw Wang Tianran for who he truly was and understood why such a young man had such dark circles under his eyes.
Some covered their mouths and snickered, others shook their heads and sighed, but most of the crowd continued to watch with a spectator's interest, taking it as a diversion to ease the tense atmosphere of the Grand Ritual of the Heavenly Master.
The helpless Head of Yanyue Sect, Xianyu Zixuan, could only look towards the Head of Heavenly Mist Sect, Mo Liqi, hoping she would step in soon. Only a person of the Four Great Noble Paths' caliber could compel Wang Tianran to show respect.
