"Are you the one from the fallen clan?"
The speaker was Huang Zian, from the Xuantian Sect.
He was dressed in a white robe with cloud patterns, his eyebrows like clouds appearing and disappearing, and faintly, it seemed a roc swirled behind him.
The Xuantian Sect is renowned for its pure and robust True Yuan.
His gaze was condescending as he looked down at Chen Yuan.
If it were three years ago, not even the Sect Master of Xuantian Sect would dare treat a member of the Chen Family this way.
But now things are different.
As soon as Huang Zian spoke, those young masters of noble families who had been clinking glasses with Chen Yuan hurriedly retreated, some even showing a hint of sympathy in their eyes.
