Two days passed by,
The power dynamic has greatly shifted with the Wang family swallowing all the core region of the Sect, changing its name to Wang's land, where the sect previously stood. Meanwhile, the outer region was taken by someone else.
The new Wang family main hall was created on the flying island, built with the finest white jade, inlaid with refined silver that hummed with spiritual energy. The pillars were not wood, but the femurs of high-tier spirit beasts, polished to a mirror sheen. It was rich, like ultra-rich.
Within the main hall,
Tianmo remained seated at the head of the table, his aura profound and suffocating, like the calm surface of a deep, bottomless ocean. The air around him was distorted, the space warping slightly due to the sheer density of his Soul Lord cultivation base. Majestic, truly majestic.
On the left row seated family elders and patriarch, on the right seated their wives.
"Son, Tianmo..."
