Back in the grand hall where the banquet was taking place, Yu Han once again found himself at the center of attention. The covetous stares of hundreds of influential figures were fixed on him. He had now become the focal point—a rare, refined diamond among many in his generation.
"I mustn't miss this opportunity to recruit him into my clan…"
"Yu Han absolutely must join my sect…"
"If he joins my sect, then in 50 no, even 20 years, glory and wealth will be at our doorstep!"
The murmurs filled the room, while some licked their lips, their eyes gleaming with envy. Yu Han, still kneeling in the middle of the hall, was fully aware of the situation. Though uncomfortable, he chose to remain silent, keeping his composure.
In front of him was the golden throne belonging to his supposed father, who was still absent.
"What could he possibly be doing to take so long? Did he even bother to watch my battles?"
